[Larfu]

I have developed my thoughts on this issue, and am interested in yours. The predicament I am in is that I know love can be like a drug, and can distort reality, which might not solve internal issues (rather, distract from them). However, depression is gnarly bad, right? We hates it. We are always looking for an effective weapon against it. It's not just this issue, but the nature of depression itself that concerns me. Love can't fight something it relies on for definition. Without pain, there is no pleasure? I'm all mixed up on this issue.

If you're interested in my thoughts, there's a link in my signature. I personally have heard my thoughts, and care more about if you think my original question has any validity. Replies from you BiPolar depression sufferers would be beyond rad.

Thanks

[Larfu]

It's up there now. Blog hadn't done the post I wrote.

[CesarioRose]

For me, no. at least love from family members. i have yet to experience love from someone other then my family during a depressive episode. But roughly, my thought patterns are that in such a way that i believe i am a diseased monster, undeserving of love, and that i have to hide away not to infect anyone else with my hate and pain. i am really quite incapable of accepting that love can be anything but wrong. i see it as false and wrong; lies that my heart is telling me. my brain is my organ of control at that point. And my thoughts are clouded; and directed to self destruction because that's all i know and will ever know, and should ever know.

love is an impossibility; lies from popular culture, and socially accepted norms. slanderous is it's nature; not to be trusted.

doe sthat snwer your question? it's different for everyone.

[Larfu]

Originally Posted by CesarioRose

does that snwer your question? it's different for everyone.

In a way, it gives me one pole, in crystal clarity. I would hope my opinions would inspire more hope than despair. I am sad for your location in which there is much to feel terrible about. Alas, I have no words of comfort, or reassurance. Just hold on tight.

[Confusedinomicon]

Love drives me to not fall into the horrid traps of depression. It reminds me that the grass is greener on the other side and it has kept me from truly attempting. Yet, like CesarioRose, I have a really hard time dealing with it. I feel like a monster. I feel like everything and everyone I touch will turn turn away from me and betray me. I try my best to push people away and make lies to believe no one likes me.

People who are religious feel lows and highs like every other person. Also, I never thought that only good happens in Heaven, I always saw it more as a haven. A place where you can let go of the pains of the natural world and feel 'whole'. It's really subjective though, I suppose. But that's a whole 'nother discussion in itself and this isn't the religious board so I rather stop that conversation here.

[setemfree]

I don't usually get depressed when I'm falling in love. It's like hypomania all the time with no looming downside. I have, at times, sabotaged completely lovely relationships for no easily discernible reason only to later conclude that I was practicing pre-jection (wherein one applies the pre-emptive strike logic to interpersonal relationshps).

When love is old (after the falling part), it definitely keeps me from considering crossing over into the next world as a viable option.

That's a plus. I always do better when I am in a loving relationship.

Unfortunately, I tend to fall for men who are fabulously wrong for me. So much so, that I wonder what a man who is "right" for me would be like. At this point I'm looking more at a list of excluding characteristics. That's only as far as I've gotten in my thinking on this issue.

I think Love can help fight depression, but it depends on the situation and the love.

So my family, who always loves me no matter what, who has seen me through every depression I've ever experienced....sometimes, most times even, their love has been enough to keep me from acting on any intentions I've had, yet not enough to keep me from feeling the depths of despair.

Only recently, having been thrown into depression first from an unfortunate medication mishap, and then a work situation, did I go through a depression with a partner who didn't leave me....although it wasn't easy...love did help and I think without it I may have ended up much worse off.