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Honestly, I think there are way more people struggling with depression than anyone actually realizes.
Aren't all those alcoholics, hotheads, workaholics, hysterics, and aggressive types actually just depressed deep down?
I have this neighbor—she’s been on antidepressants for 35 years straight!
Why did she end up this way? Because her intellectual needs were totally different from her husband's.
For example:
She loves the Opera, but to him, it’s just "cats yowling," so he refuses to go—hell, he won't even let her go alone!
It was just one thing after another—desires and needs that were impossible to fulfill. For decades.
And the husband? He’s an alcoholic and a total loose cannon.
Eventually, Bill Gates—well, if you will—just snapped and lost it.
She ended up at the Mayo Clinic.
When she came back, she was just... completely hollowed out. Quiet.
She went about her business, using her meds to get through the essentials. 35 years of that.
Back then, she used to sneak off to read Hemingway when he wasn't home, listening to her favorite classical music, lying that she was going to the doctor just so she could spend time at museums and galleries...
She’s 70 now. Last year was her last stint at the Mayo Clinic.
That was after she reached a breaking point and looked for a place to end it all.
The diagnosis: severe depression and suicidal ideation.
Since coming back from the clinic, she can barely even walk straight.
Whenever I see her, my heart just sinks.
Sometimes she comes over to visit me, and we’ll just sit there listening to classical music and talking about beautiful things...
I’ll read poetry to her from books, whatever she feels like...
She can't even read by herself anymore—those meds just cloud everything.
Sorry, I know this story is a bit long-winded.
I guess I'm saying this because I've seen it in my own life, and as I've gotten older, I see it everywhere in my circle.
Depression doesn't just happen out of thin air; there's always a cause.
Of course, not everyone can spot when someone is depressed. Some people suspect it, but they're too afraid to call someone "crazy." Others lash out, and some try to cope through aggression—either toward themselves or everyone else...
Very few people realize that you actually have to eliminate the CAUSES; you have to shed the burdens and the baggage.
Look, I know it isn't easy or simple.
I know firsthand how hard it is to pull yourself out of quicksand by the collar, but you do it.
It takes time and a lot of patience.
But the most important thing is knowing what *you* want,
setting goals, both big and small.
Reaching for them, and taking care of yourself—physically and spiritually. Giving to yourself.
In my life, I’ve always viewed these struggles as massive concrete walls blocking my path.
Sometimes I’d sprint past them, sometimes I’d patiently find a way around, sometimes I’d blast through with dynamite, and other times I’d build ladders...
wooden ones, or human ones...
Right now, though? I'm standing in front of another wall. I don't have the strength to sprint anymore,
there's no time to detour, my dynamite supply has run out, so I'm just waiting patiently for the kind people who offered to hold up little ladders for me...
Just waiting. Sometimes time solves things. I started letting go of unnecessary burdens a long time ago...
I'm focusing on "self-care"...
*phone, cell, and doorbell are all turned off*
But never drugs; no alcohol, no pills...
that stuff just clouds your vision and your mind, and you could easily lose your way.
Hope is the last thing to die.
😉
Aren't all those alcoholics, hotheads, workaholics, hysterics, and aggressive types actually just depressed deep down?
I have this neighbor—she’s been on antidepressants for 35 years straight!
Why did she end up this way? Because her intellectual needs were totally different from her husband's.
For example:
She loves the Opera, but to him, it’s just "cats yowling," so he refuses to go—hell, he won't even let her go alone!
It was just one thing after another—desires and needs that were impossible to fulfill. For decades.
And the husband? He’s an alcoholic and a total loose cannon.
Eventually, Bill Gates—well, if you will—just snapped and lost it.
She ended up at the Mayo Clinic.
When she came back, she was just... completely hollowed out. Quiet.
She went about her business, using her meds to get through the essentials. 35 years of that.
Back then, she used to sneak off to read Hemingway when he wasn't home, listening to her favorite classical music, lying that she was going to the doctor just so she could spend time at museums and galleries...
She’s 70 now. Last year was her last stint at the Mayo Clinic.
That was after she reached a breaking point and looked for a place to end it all.
The diagnosis: severe depression and suicidal ideation.
Since coming back from the clinic, she can barely even walk straight.
Whenever I see her, my heart just sinks.
Sometimes she comes over to visit me, and we’ll just sit there listening to classical music and talking about beautiful things...
I’ll read poetry to her from books, whatever she feels like...
She can't even read by herself anymore—those meds just cloud everything.
Sorry, I know this story is a bit long-winded.
I guess I'm saying this because I've seen it in my own life, and as I've gotten older, I see it everywhere in my circle.
Depression doesn't just happen out of thin air; there's always a cause.
Of course, not everyone can spot when someone is depressed. Some people suspect it, but they're too afraid to call someone "crazy." Others lash out, and some try to cope through aggression—either toward themselves or everyone else...
Very few people realize that you actually have to eliminate the CAUSES; you have to shed the burdens and the baggage.
Look, I know it isn't easy or simple.
I know firsthand how hard it is to pull yourself out of quicksand by the collar, but you do it.
It takes time and a lot of patience.
But the most important thing is knowing what *you* want,
setting goals, both big and small.
Reaching for them, and taking care of yourself—physically and spiritually. Giving to yourself.
In my life, I’ve always viewed these struggles as massive concrete walls blocking my path.
Sometimes I’d sprint past them, sometimes I’d patiently find a way around, sometimes I’d blast through with dynamite, and other times I’d build ladders...
wooden ones, or human ones...
Right now, though? I'm standing in front of another wall. I don't have the strength to sprint anymore,
there's no time to detour, my dynamite supply has run out, so I'm just waiting patiently for the kind people who offered to hold up little ladders for me...
Just waiting. Sometimes time solves things. I started letting go of unnecessary burdens a long time ago...
I'm focusing on "self-care"...
*phone, cell, and doorbell are all turned off*
But never drugs; no alcohol, no pills...
that stuff just clouds your vision and your mind, and you could easily lose your way.
Hope is the last thing to die.
😉