I was depressed for many years. It was overwhelming. Those were some difficult times and as I look back on them I find that it is fairly easy to write about and give advice and simple tips.
Although, I'm not a medical professional and don't claim that my advice should in anyway take the place of a physician, I do have something to say and I think that because of my experiences I give some fairly good advice. However, someone asked me the other day: How would you describe depression?
I was stumped.
Now I'm not talking about the symptoms, such as lack of energy, negative thinking or the aches and pains that accompany depression. I'm talking about how it feels to be depressed. To come up with a description in words without reverting to symptoms.
I have thought very long and hard on this post, looking for the correct words to describe depression, and hope that some of my readers will add some comments as to how they would describe depression. Here goes.
Depression was like a stalker that lingered in the shadows for years. Following closely, slowly it closed in. It watched and waited for an opening, it didn't destroy my life all in one swift move. The stalker preyed upon my mind, each day adding a new form of harassment. Slowly it took, slowly it isolated me from everything I loved. The stalker made me feel guilty that I somehow was at fault, it whispered false accusations and ideas into my head.
I began to doubt myself. Every time I left my home, my stalker would be following. My stalker watched everything I did, looking for the smallest of openings to bring in negativity and anger. He or it, told me things about others, how they hated me, how I was all alone in the world, it told me to stay at home, stay in bed that life wasn't worth it.
I listened. I didn't want to leave home, I wanted to get away from my dark stalker. Maybe I thought, if I stayed at home, he wouldn't bother me. But he did. He filled my mind with hate and pity, my stalker did. He sucked the energy right out of me, life meaning was only to get away from my stalker and his constant ramblings. Death seemed the only escape.
He seemed to believe the same thing. I tried to escape, I failed. Only medications silenced the dark language of my stalker.
How would you describe depression? How did it feel? I'd be curious to hear your comments and responses.
I was stumped.
Now I'm not talking about the symptoms, such as lack of energy, negative thinking or the aches and pains that accompany depression. I'm talking about how it feels to be depressed. To come up with a description in words without reverting to symptoms.
I have thought very long and hard on this post, looking for the correct words to describe depression, and hope that some of my readers will add some comments as to how they would describe depression. Here goes.
Depression was like a stalker that lingered in the shadows for years. Following closely, slowly it closed in. It watched and waited for an opening, it didn't destroy my life all in one swift move. The stalker preyed upon my mind, each day adding a new form of harassment. Slowly it took, slowly it isolated me from everything I loved. The stalker made me feel guilty that I somehow was at fault, it whispered false accusations and ideas into my head.
I began to doubt myself. Every time I left my home, my stalker would be following. My stalker watched everything I did, looking for the smallest of openings to bring in negativity and anger. He or it, told me things about others, how they hated me, how I was all alone in the world, it told me to stay at home, stay in bed that life wasn't worth it.
I listened. I didn't want to leave home, I wanted to get away from my dark stalker. Maybe I thought, if I stayed at home, he wouldn't bother me. But he did. He filled my mind with hate and pity, my stalker did. He sucked the energy right out of me, life meaning was only to get away from my stalker and his constant ramblings. Death seemed the only escape.
He seemed to believe the same thing. I tried to escape, I failed. Only medications silenced the dark language of my stalker.
How would you describe depression? How did it feel? I'd be curious to hear your comments and responses.

