What i've realsied [please take the tim to read]

I don't suffer from depression myself (although i have my moments) but i realised something and wanted to share it with you all

Everytime i feel like crap and horible and like nothing ever works out, something good happens. I'm here for an eating disorder and everytime i starve myself something always makes me happy. Even the little things

I guess if you feel like its your worst day and nothing at all is going right, eventually something will HAVE to go right.

So keep your heads up high

(((BethanyMck)))))
thats true sooner or later something goes right
and if it does not I have to then find something right if i can...
which maybe as small as the cat playing or my dog running in circles
or the sun coming out....
sometimes for me its just the birds singing......
muffy

Thanks for the post Bethany..... But depression for me is like.......I feel like crap and horrible and like nothing ever works out, and something good does not happen. Depression is a living Hell. A personal Hell.............Gee, I don't mean to be so negative........Sorry, maybe I shoudn't have wrote this.........

(((Bethany))))

i like that thinking eventually something is going to go right .... chances are something will ...

Depression for me is like being in a deep black hole with thousands of pounds of weight on my shoulders. I call this past summer my roller coaster ride through hell. Even the good things that happen can't be enjoyed. I've lost who I am and I want me back.

I WANT ME BACK, THE VERY ESSANCE OF ME. THE LAUGHTER, THE JOY, THE CONFIDENCE IN ME!!

For me being depressed is being blind - I can't see the good though it's there. You can point out all the good but I can't feel it.

I had a pretty grim summer...stuck in a basement apt. in a new town away from my wife, studying for a grad school exam that I had already failed once...and I remember in one of my darkest moments, I looked over at the clock radio sitting on my desk, next to my computer. It's a cheap-o $6 model that I bought at Wal-Mart, but at the time it seemed to me to be the most perfect thing in the world. I loved its size and shape, and the way it performed its duties (i.e. telling the time) with such care and precision. I was almost proud of it, because despite being a product of the cheap made-in-China assembly line process, it had turned out so perfectly.

Anyway, such things might not be much help to those suffering from severe depression, but I still look to that clock radio when I'm down and remember how much it helped me.