No Amount of Science Can Get Me Out of Bed

I’ve been thinking about depression a lot. Mainly because when you deal with depression it makes you think of it a lot because you’re really just wondering when the depression will end. And also feeling like it will never end simultaneously. But it always does. At least for me. It gets better eventually. But until then you just have to kind of ride the wave.

I also wonder why people have such a hard time talking about depression, but then again I think I used to have a hard time talking about it too. I’m sure there are a lot of societal ideas here to be broken down — women being “hysterical” and men being “weak” and all of that bull shit that needs to go as we break out of gender stereotypes. But we should talk about depression more. Because I have realized that most of us deal with this in one way or another and to just sit around and act like we don’t just seems silly and inefficient. Like if we just talked about it wouldn’t it be better? So I have been trying really hard to just say “I have been really depressed” instead of whatever bull shit lie that I would typically say as to why I haven’t responded to messages or shown up anywhere.

Mainly because when you say you’re depressed don’t you feel like other people want to fix it for you? Like oh why don’t you just <whatever they think will fix it such as go outside, go for a walk, meditate…