Yes,we get depressed

There are two reasons I have always been brutally honest about having had depression.

1. As a blogger, at my core is always a hankering for the truth, telling the truth and being unafraid to do so. Morally speaking, I would be a hypocrite if I expected other people to tell the truth about their lives but didn’t apply the same principle to myself.

2. I have found that telling people honestly that I have had depression helps them – especially the ones with depression but too scared to seek help.

I am also suffering from depression now And people who breezily declare they’ve never had depression in their life are probably lying.
I found many things how stop depression.

This is what i found.

1. No one can help you with your depression. You have to do something about it. Depression scares people; they don’t know what to do about it. They will talk to you for one time, two times and then they will get frustrated and start avoiding you.

2. Anti-depressants are not addictive. And if you take them you can get off them easily. So many people make the excuse about not going to a psychiatrist because they know and assume they will be prescribed medication. This makes them feel that they are succumbing to a drug that they will have to take for life. That is not true.

The anti-anxiety pills are entirely another ballgame. They CAN be addictive. I am talking about Xanax and Lexotanil. It is dangerous to take them on your own without a prescription because they can actually have a downer effect, which will make you feel worse.

3. Just taking a pill won’t necessarily fix your problem – talk therapy is needed too sometimes. There are roughly two types of depression I have experienced: chemical and situational. If I have been in a prolonged crappy life situation it has led to depression. Sometimes we are stuck and can’t change or remove people or conditions that are depressing us. In that case we either have to learn how to adjust or extricate ourselves.

The chemical depression, as I call it, is linked to the ‘happy chemical’ called Serotonin in my case. During several times in my life I was so deeply depressed that talk therapy wasn’t going to work alone because the chemicals were all messed up. So I started taking a medication to get better. The medication takes the edge off the blackness and helps you work with a psychologist to figure out how things can be fixed.

Just to be clear – psychiatrists prescribed medication and psychologists don’t. They offer therapy.

4. Some lies people tell you. People mean well but in my experience there are certain things that won’t help alone with depression if you’ve got it bad. When I used to be depressed people would tell me that I wasn’t grateful enough for what I had in life. Or that at least I wasn’t blind, or missing a limb. According to their reasoning, if I would just be grateful enough for what I did have, my depression would go away.

First of all, I am grateful for what I have. But there are certain things I want in life that I feel I can’t get. Everyone experiences that. This is not linked to my depression as my well-wishers tried to convince me. Depression is far more complicated a phenomenon to just go away by saying ‘thank you’. I can be grateful and depressed.

From time to time I suffer from existential dread: meaning, why am I here, what am I doing, what’s the point of all of this. I get anxiety, high levels of anxiety, about parents behave,about friends fraud,not being able to financially support myself. Never understand love. Becoming redundant at work. Persistent anxiety can drill a hole in your head, and be linked to depression so sometimes it is a good idea to meet a psychologist to get proper perspective on them.

If you read up on depression you’ll find that the more you leave it unattended, the worse it gets. It affects the brain the long run. It affects your relationships, work, self care, ability to exist.

Some people think of suicide but are too chicken to actually go through with it. That is called suicide ideation and it is a hellish place to be in. You are stuck in limbo, miserable, desperate, isolated and unable to do anything.

When depression has crept up on me, I have barely noticed it. That’s the hard part. Then I found I couldn’t get out of bed but the more I lay there the more my self loathing grew. I was not able to go to work. I hated everyone at work. I had anger. I hated myself. I hated the world. I couldn’t read, couldn’t watch films, didn’t go for haircuts. I felt cursed. The beast clung to my back.

I am sorry if any of you reading this are depressed. I wrote this for you. I know how bad it can get. I know that people don’t understand. I know you feel it will not end. But listen, the Cold War ended, so will your depression. You are not crazy, just not well. It takes a lot to be a ‘crazy’ person.