“… if I have shared too much here… if I have alienated or disappointed some of you with this revelation, I am sorry that you have experienced this post in that manner, but I am not sorry for having shared. Because I sincerely suspect that for every person who doesn’t understand, there is another who does and finds solace in being understood and acknowledged here.” This is a wonderful post that discusses the aspects of depression that are rarely brought to light. How many of you feel shamed when you find yourself in a depression? How many of us keep our suffering and anguish inside for fear of upsetting others?
I began this post multiple times over the last couple of months. The most progress I made on it prior to this weekend was a late night writing session following three vodka tonics, which sufficiently braced me to put letters to screen about a subject I find particularly painful and shameful. I know this post is lengthy, but I believe this issue is deserving of the time and space, so I hope you’ll bear with me.
Much of this year has found me facing a daily struggle within myself. I was unable to write. Unable to play my guitar. Unable to enjoy many of the things that I used to enjoy.
Because I was severely depressed.
Those of you who have experienced depression are already nodding along sympathetically. You know the heaviness of it, the hopelessness of it, the monotony of it. You know how it robs you of any…
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