Tuesday, January 03, 2012
I feel bad for you, and also unqualified to fix you
I guess this is bad to say, but I'm going to come right out and say it. Depression is . . . depressing. I know many people who are depressed; I battle with it myself; and I've had friends commit suicide. I do not think that depression is a mood, or something one can just snap out of, or anything to take lightly. That said, some folks are just way too into it. They get all emo on facebook all the time, they cling to depression awareness as an identity, and they're just real bummers to be around. I mean, we all post our down moments, and like I said, I do have depression issues myself. But when it gets to the point where every single status update is some variation of "Having a horrible day, just want to die, not that anyone cares" or "Sometimes it's the one who holds everyone else up who really needs the support" you just want to sigh and click unfriend. And I'm talking about years of this. Depression is not something that a person can just snap out of, or "choose happiness" or whatever BS platitude anyone read on a tshirt. But it is something you can choose to fight rather than give in to. And it, like a drunken revelation, is something you can choose not to status update about. I love my friends, but there comes a point where I can't fish them out of their pit of despair over and over and over and over and over again. They need medication and professional help, not to be fishing for compliments online. And to be quite honest, while I am happy to be there when they need someone to talk to, it's a huge buzzkill to check facebook and be worried the rest of the day that your friend will kill herself, especially when it happens multiple times a week.