I had a friend reach out to me today saying that she’s super depressed and has no support. That anyone she’s tried to talk to has told her “What do you have to be depressed about?” That her doctor thinks she’s making it up. She feels like she’s in a deep dark hole and she can’t get out but she also doesn’t want to.
This is why I do what I do. I am touched that she reached out to me. I share my stories so that any one of you reading, on any of my social media platforms, at any time, can say, “please talk to me, I’m alone, I’m scared, I’m hurting.”
It disgusts me that in this day and age there are still doctors, legitimate so-called “medical professionals” that would doubt a patient stating that they are depressed. With suicide rates being what they are, that even ONE doctor in this world wouldn’t take a patient’s depressive state seriously infuriates me.
I told her to fight. For herself, for her life. Ask for a second opinion, and a third and a fourth. Go to a different doctor. Another office. Whatever she has to do. Not to let them tell her that her feelings aren’t valid. And that goes for anyone who is reading this. Don’t let anyone-doctor, stranger, friend, family, coworker-tell you that your feelings aren’t real just because they don’t understand them. Or because they’ve never experienced it themselves.
They don’t have to understand. They won’t, they aren’t feeling what you feel. But they damn well have no right to belittle you or tell you-you’re full of it. Keep fighting okay? You’re never alone. If nothing else, I am here. I may be one person and you may not even know me, or know me well but if you reach out your hand, I won’t let you fall.