I went on a little rant earlier in the week about mental illness (depression to be exact). I didn’t want to stay silent anymore because I know this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I want there to be an open dialogue about my depression and anxiety as well as letting people know that it’s ok. And like any other illnesses, there are good days and there are bad days.
The shame associated with depression leads people to often hide their illness from friends, family, and doctors. So if you are scared of talking to someone about it, please know I am with you and you are not the only one.
I’m tired of people judging others for having/talking about depression. They are most likely the ones that have a much deeper seeded issue. If you are one of them, please unfollow me.
To me, it’s more insulting when I get an “are you ok” text when I talk about depression because I feel like they are obligated to ask me that. Where were you when I tried reaching out and there was no reply or return phone call? That’s the worst feeling in the world.
I am sometimes afraid to talk about it because I don’t want people to think I am sad all the time and make them think that they have to be on “eggshells” around me.
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