I write a lot about my feelings of depression and suicidal thoughts. It gets a little old sometimes when all I can talk about is how fucking depressed I am. I complain about everyone and everything but I haven’t really given any context as to why I feel the way I do.
I’ve told y’all before about my uncle but then I deleted it because it just didn’t tell the story the right way. As a matter of fact, I deleted all of my posts because I want to try to express how someone like me gets to this point.
There are thousands of people, even millions, that have gone through what I’ve been through, military and childhood traumas, and each of us has our own symptoms and deal with them in our own ways. Some of us see therapists. Some of us lose our shit on our family and cause problems in the household. Some of us try to pretend to be normal and hide our stress and anxiety. Some of us seek medications, prescription or other substances like alcohol or drugs.
The point of this is to let you know that mine and others’ depression and anxieties are not something we are just too weak to deal with but instead are strong enough to survive even though we feel like we are dying inside, most of the time.
Listen carefully when someone tells you that they are hurting or feeling depressed. There may be something you can do for them but never ever just tell them that everything will be okay. That’s the worst thing you can tell someone who feels that way. Listen. Listen. Listen.