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I remember getting a lot of ignorant responses when depression was mentioned. Some people think of depression as being a person in bed with the covers over your head. I learned I was a functioning depressive. Of couse I had my times when it got so bad the functioning fell apart. I remember my human resource person asking if I was having a bad day and being willing to let me go home if I needed to. It was so helpful for her to know I had my ups and downs. One time when I had to be in the Psych Ward for two weeks she was so cool when I wanted to come back. She was about the only person who knew what was going on.
I live with constant low level depression and I try to be aware of my thoughts. I try to jump off the pity pot when I fall into self-pity. I try to live one day at a time. Dwelling on the past or playing the "what if" game concerning my future can alter my mood.
But even trying to do those things I can have low days. Thankfully I can do what I need to do eventually and never find myself in that dark cold place I used to live in years ago.
Not sure any of that helps you but it was a great question and got me thinking. Being honest is good but understanding who the "safe" people are to be honest with is equally important.
Just my thoughts,
Judy
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However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.
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