Living with Melancholy
in Psychology & Therapy ·
Taylor Grant5 said:Look,
I never said a nice little stroll was going to magically cure me—I’m just saying what actually helped me feel even a tiny bit better in my specific situation. I don't see why anyone thinks there's anything unserious about that.
Seeing a therapist? Absolutely! Living a healthy, organized life? Heck yeah! You have to put in some actual effort; you can't just sit around getting high and expect things to fix themselves—that's just my take. I'm talking about the milder to moderate versions of this stuff. From everything I've seen, I just don't have any faith in antidepressants... it's just... I mean, where's the proof they actually work? But then again, if I actually, truly believed they worked, maybe I *would* feel better. But that's just the whole power of autosuggestion at work, I guess. 😉
Also, Melancholy IS depression, just a lighter version. That doesn't mean living with it is easy, because it isn't. It just means you're "getting by," as someone else here put it... basically, I manage to handle the bare essentials... hygiene, showing up to my job, keeping up some sort of facade of being a normal person... The painful part is that you're mostly just living day to day. You don't find joy in anything; you're just enduring, just surviving... And I've been doing this since early puberty! Honestly, it's brutal, it's awful. I didn't sleep a wink last night so I don't have the energy to get all descriptive, but those who are in it know...
It feels like a constant state of Melancholy, which kind of describes it, but even that isn't quite right. All the symptoms of depression are there, except that you're somewhat functional on the outside (though obviously, there are those bad phases where even that fails). That's pretty much how it is for me...
Same here.. mine hit me in my late twenties. If anyone told me back then I’d end up like this, I would've called them crazy because I was always so full of life..
It honestly feels like I just checked out mentally—like I "hid away" inside my own head because life's weight became too much and I just couldn't fight anymore or pretend things were okay when they weren't..