You probably noticed that I wasn't okay the other day. It was a bad bad day. So I went to therapy, and learned a couple of things about myself, some of those I already knew but still wasn't aware of them.
One thing I learned is that I am depressed. The fact that I'm not sad all the time doesn't mean that I'm not depressed. The fact that I never have energy to do anything, does mean that I am depressed. The therapist explained it this way: "One kind of depression is when you don't feel like doing all the things, but you still do them." Actually she explained it differently but I don't recall. Anyway, that was my kind of depression in case you're wondering.
I tend to get lost in conversations and just don't feel like listening or participating at all, that is what bothers me the most about my depression, I always have to really put an extra effort in everything I do because I just can't. And at the end of the day I'm tired for things I shouldn't. All this time I thought I was the laziest person in the world, and now I'm thinking that maybe that's not it.
My greatest concern at the moment is how to get out of this place. I don't even know why it happened to me, nothing big has happened to me, not a big loss, not a big tragedy, nothing... My life's not perfect, that's obvious, but no life is perfect, so why me? And how can I get out of here? Is it even possible? Some say therapy is the best way to solve it, while others say drugs are the only way. I kind of believe more in the second solution, but taking some weird drug can't be only good, what if after taking them I need it desperately? Actually, I already need it desperately. I just want to live. Like, really live, you know?
One thing I learned is that I am depressed. The fact that I'm not sad all the time doesn't mean that I'm not depressed. The fact that I never have energy to do anything, does mean that I am depressed. The therapist explained it this way: "One kind of depression is when you don't feel like doing all the things, but you still do them." Actually she explained it differently but I don't recall. Anyway, that was my kind of depression in case you're wondering.
I tend to get lost in conversations and just don't feel like listening or participating at all, that is what bothers me the most about my depression, I always have to really put an extra effort in everything I do because I just can't. And at the end of the day I'm tired for things I shouldn't. All this time I thought I was the laziest person in the world, and now I'm thinking that maybe that's not it.
My greatest concern at the moment is how to get out of this place. I don't even know why it happened to me, nothing big has happened to me, not a big loss, not a big tragedy, nothing... My life's not perfect, that's obvious, but no life is perfect, so why me? And how can I get out of here? Is it even possible? Some say therapy is the best way to solve it, while others say drugs are the only way. I kind of believe more in the second solution, but taking some weird drug can't be only good, what if after taking them I need it desperately? Actually, I already need it desperately. I just want to live. Like, really live, you know?
XoXo
Gaby
Gaby
Labels: depression, flaws, sad