Good morning world! I hope everyone has a glorious Tuesday. It’s Taco Tuesday in my household, so I know I’ll be having a great day.
As I was, trying to, wake up this morning, I was perusing Facebook, and in my “On This Day..” app, there was this funny post I did from May 31, 2012. It read: “If only closed minds and hearts came with a closed mouth.” As my tired eyes tried to find the Share button, I realized how much this means to me. There will always be different opinions in the world, and I am not saying that we shouldn’t hear those opinions, and close our minds to them. If I got into a political discussion with an anti-LGBT person, I would gladly talk with them, as long as they were willing to hear my side, as much as I am willing to hear their side. It is the people that don’t want to hear it whatsoever, and want to argue that their side is the correct side, this that and the other.
People who have the glorious fate of not dealing with depression, at least some that I have come across, keep their minds closed to what it really means. I have had people tell me that I just need therapy, just need to talk it out. Which can help, but it isn’t for everyone. There are a vast majority of us, where the depression is so severe that we need the extra push from medical care, and there is nothing wrong with that! It is okay to be on medication. Speaking of… Need to go take mine. I hope that one day we can be more understanding of those with mental disorders. Sure would be nice. *rant complete* Have a great day everyone!
So today, Memorial Day, was by far the best beach day this year. It was great to be able to spend time with family, enjoy the waves, and bask in the sun. Several years ago, no matter how much I longed to see the sun, I could never get out of bed to even walk to the fridge I was that sad. I’m glad I’m in a much better place now.
But, the more important thing to consider today, are those who have fought for our country. I always felt incompetent because here I am sitting thinking that my problems are the worst and all I do is suffer, but there are men and women who have DIED for me, no pressure.
I have the honor of falling in love with a soldier, and him fighting everyday for me to have the right to be sad.
That is truly something I am thankful for.
For the past two weeks, I have been doing pretty well. Granted, I had my medicine kicked up a bit, only like 2mg, but it was enough to really make an impact. I hadn’t been doing well with the stress of moving up to “real” college, and it took it’s toll.
I have realized over the past few years; there is nothing wrong with medication. It can be really hard sometimes knowing you take it, you feel like it’s a crutch, or maybe you just feel sucky taking it. Trust me, I’ve been there. Some people just need that extra push in their day to day life. All the therapy in the world couldn’t help 13 year old me when I really hit my suicidal, self-mutilation phase. I needed that push to help me out of the dirt and at least get walking toward my goal of getting better.
So I guess.. this is the start! Hello! I just need to go over a few house cleaning rules before we really get into this, please bear with me.
- Depression isn’t cute – I don’t even know why this is a thing.
- Happiness isn’t always easy – It’s not like you take the pills and it makes it so much easier.
- PB&J Sandwiches – Not childish, just 100% delicious.
Okay sweet. Now that those things are out of the way, welcome! I can’t promise you that this will be easy. The past 7 years for me haven’t been easy either, suffering from Major Depressive Disorder, but I know I can get through it, and I know you can too. Maybe you aren’t like me, and don’t have Depression. It’s cool, be glad you don’t. But if you do, I got you. You’re in good hands here. Learn from my mistakes and what I have done.