Sorry for any of my followers. I know the blog has been a lot of poetry lately, but the truth is, I just haven’t had much to say. Some days are good. Some days are bad. On the bad days, I’ve wanted to write but it’s like the words won’t come out. They are trapped there, waiting to burst but I can’t seem to say a thing.
I hate when people tell me to just not be depressed. Or that my life is so good I have no reason to be depressed. Depression is not logical. It is not a state of being that you can simply wish away. It follows no straightforward path and comes and goes without warning most of the time. When I wake up on a bad day, one of those days when it’s particularly hard to get out of bed, I can’t just say, “I am not going to be depressed today”. Trust me I wish it worked that way.
I do have a good life. I have an amazing husband, great parents and friends, a place to live, a vehicle, a job, and food in my belly. Sometimes I feel guilty when I am depressed, which does not help anything. It is simply the way my brain works.
Depression is a sickness. Mental illness is exactly that-an illness. Your brain does not produce the correct amount of different hormones and chemicals. Google it. Become informed, please. Before you tell someone to just smile and feel better, do your own research. Yes, the mind is powerful and positive thinking can help. I try to use homeopathic remedies whenever possible. My prescription medicine helps, I feel I have more good days than bad, but it is still a struggle. So next time, before you tell someone to just “be happy,” think about not saying that.