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Originally Posted by zinco14532323
I really only got two responses on face book to that image. People shy away from it. I did get 5 likes.
response 1
She is trying to be helpful but doesn't have a clue.
Response 2
She gets it and I know she has a family member who has it.
I have like 238 friends on face book. we will see if anyone else responds. It seems to me people don't want to talk about it.
Response 3
Very understanding
Response 4
These are the responses that drive me crazy. It just eats at me. Can't he see that the person on the left probably can't even get out of bed, is probably suicidal, and will be lucky to reach out for the help they need. That is the risk I took by posting on face book. Now I cannot keep myself from responding and that means putting myself out there is a personal way. I hadn't made it anything about me I just posted the pic. He knows I have depression and sees fit to give me advice on how to fix it. I am very tempted to type a very long list of everything I have done over the last 20 years to fix it in response.
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Like the pic. Mind if I borrow it?
From time to time, I just want to let people know what's going on with me, but I'm hesitant because I don't need anyone saying anything ignorant to make things worse, or even using it against me. That fourth response, things like that irritate me also. It's not as simple as "thinking yourself better". My therapist recommended that I get the book From Panic To Power, and it's about someone who saw a program on TV, got the tapes, and is "cured" of her anxiety. Now she's telling people that it's all about attitude, and that maybe somehow they benefit from their anxiety. I've done a lot of soul searching over the last what, 30 years, and I see no benefit from having anxiety and depression. Do people really think that we want to have a lesser quality of life? It just makes me angry, because I say to myself, these people just don't get it. I know the difference between being sad and/or "normally" anxious, and being depressed and having panic disorder. I keep telling myself that some of these people mean well, but at the end of the day, it doesn't help.