September 18, 2012

Suicide Hurts.

Yesterday after a long and difficult battle with addiction, my cousin ended his life.  Everything feels broken today.  Now I know what people mean when they say they feel like the world shouldn’t still be turning.  It just feels… wrong, somehow.  He must have been hurting so bad.
Is it bad that I’m relieved it wasn’t me?  Because there have been times when it almost could have been me.  Is it wrong that I’m almost grateful to know this pain?  Because knowing this pain gives me perspective.  This is the pain of those who are left behind.  I intend to remember it well and draw upon it when (not if) I go back to that dark place where suicide seems like a viable option.  This is a lot of pain. 
RIP Phil.  I understand.  And I miss you.

September 13, 2012

My Lying Mind- Learning it's the Depression Talking

I’m so tired.  Like my brain and soul are tired.  Like blinking makes me sad because I don’t know if I have it in me to re-open my eyes.  Though it’s Thursday, I have been completely unable to recover from last weekend (death, fire, bears…  I’ll fill you in sometime).  And my mind keeps helpfully telling me a lot of things about myself.  It keeps telling me I’ll fail at school.  It keeps telling me I’m worthless.  It keeps telling me how much everyone hates me.  It keeps telling me I’m about to have a panic attack at any second.  It keeps telling me how socially inept I am.  It keeps telling me I’ll never become the things I want to be.  It keeps telling me there’s something seriously wrong with me.  It keeps telling me I have no right to smile.  It keeps telling me lies.  And I’m learning to recognize them as lies.  I still don’t like hearing them.  And I’m still tired.  I’m almost too tired to fight my mind.  But if I whisper back, “You’re wrong” when it tells me those lies, maybe someday I’ll believe myself.  Maybe someday I’ll be able to shout it.  Maybe someday I won’t even have to say it anymore because my mind will stop lying to me.  For now, though, I’ll just keep whispering like I believe.

September 3, 2012

Learning to Live with my Depression

                Depression and I are trying to strike a balance.  I can’t go all out and get things done like I want to.  But depression can’t hold me down in the gutter like it wants to either.  Because I won’t let it.  Depression doesn’t want me to get out of bed.  I want to get out of bed and then go to class and then go shopping and then go to a party.  We compromised.  I made it to class.  Depression doesn’t want me to communicate with my best friends.  I want to skype with them for hours.  We compromised.  I sent some of them short facebook messages.  Depression doesn’t want me to do any homework.  I want to do the homework that has to be turned in and the optional readings and study extra.  We compromised.  I did the homework that had to be turned in. 
See, I’m learning that sometimes my “best” is less than I want it to be, but that doesn’t make it any less of a gigantic effort.  And it doesn’t make it any less acceptable.  So I’m trying to re-work my life.  Re-work my expectations.  Re-work… the way I work.  Am I giving in?  I don’t know.  But I know I’m not giving up.
Thank you for coming. I hope you get something out of this. I hope you learn about yourself. I hope you get help if you need it or give it if you can.