It falls to the survivors of depression to talk to the sufferers — to convince them to ask for help.
https://popehat.substack.com/p/the-weight-of-the-unspoken-word
It falls to the survivors of depression to talk to the sufferers — to convince them to ask for help.
https://popehat.substack.com/p/the-weight-of-the-unspoken-word
@Popehat
Speaking for myself personally, I prefer people who occasionally misstep a joke, but are willing to do the pitch black humor about me, to me, with regards to depressive/dark times and stuff. It helps more than it seems, because it takes me out of myself and lets me laugh and re-encode those memories with something else, instead of just me looping and amplifying the negative.
But almost everyone just..never talks about those dark periods.
Thank you for writing that.
@Popehat as someone that has suffered from crippling anxiety, thank you for writing this. This was raw, authentic, and brave.
I'm so glad you're managing this. I appreciate having you around. Life is better with you in it.
Thanks Ken, this was really important to hear. I really appreciate any effort to de stigmatize mental illness and suicide. It’s such a crappy set of diseases.
@Popehat I have appreciated for years your willingness to talk publicly about this. For many of us, this seems like something not to be talked about, something no one else is going through - something shameful and private.
That keeps us from seeking help. I've needed help with it more than once, and I'm glad I found it.
@Popehat I found out about my mother’s suicide at my sister’s therapist’s office. We were there to discuss my father’s suicide. I agree with most of what you said, but I have a hard time agreeing that it is not violence against the family. That is not to say that I won’t think about your perspective, but it’s a hard thought to swallow.
If you’re in distress, please get help. It’s worth it.
@Popehat I've went through it as well and as you say, the difference is night and day
the most nefarious thing about it in my opinion was that it made me identify with it - that is the big lie you wrote so eloquently about. depression was the intruder, the rest of me was what is real