It Looks Different For Everyone

It looks different for everyone.



Some of us radically change our look. Cut the hair, color the nails, change the makeup, whole new wardrobe, different accessories, new shoes. It's like a golden ticket to a new lifestyle and a new personality (until you learn that the inside doesn't change with the outside).

Some of us drop everything and don't move. Can't get out of bed, can't eat, can't sleep, can't read, can't even get on Facebook. It takes too much energy, and I can barely handle my interior monologue right now, let alone all the things the world is trying to make me pay attention to.


Some of us take on new tasks: completely re-organize the kitchen, start a new business, get a new knitting pattern started, write a new book, read a new book, start going to the gym, change diets.

Some of us let go of the things we know we should be doing; stop showering. stop brushing teeth. Stop eating healthy food. Stop drinking water. Stop controlling urges.

Some of us just binge-watch tv and day-drink.



It's one of those things you really don't realize how it affects you until you're in the middle of it.

It's just like experiences. Twenty people can experience the same thing, and every person will have different thoughts and feelings about it, and it will affect them different ways. What might not even phase me could possibly be your downfall.

You cannot judge people based on their experiences. Nor can you justify their diagnosis.

And don't you dare give me that "You have a great life, learn to be grateful" crap.

So what if they have nothing to be sad about? So what if they've grown up in the upper-middle class and have never gone hungry? Yes there are people out there who are worse off. But you cannot judge someone by their experiences or their diagnosis. Because everyone is affected by things differently.

That's the thing about depression; you meet someone and you might not know they're suffering, because that's just how they are. And then when they're gone, you think, "I didn't know." Because for them, the depression was normal.



For me, depression is not caring about my health, my cleanliness, or my physical body. Stress looks like eating sugar and taking naps. It's apathy; not caring about things I should care about.

So what? What can you do about this?

Listen. Be there. Support. Encourage. Don't judge your friends, and make sure they know you won't judge them. Be trustworthy and honest, so people know they can go to you. And always tell everyone how much you care about them. You never know when those words will mean the world.

1 comment :

  1. I'm sorry if that's something you're dealing with. Thank you for helping me to understand it better.

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