I’ve decided the worst thing about battling depression, anxiety, or any other mental torture is the fear of telling others.
It’s not that I’m ashamed; it’s worrying about everyone else. Putting yourself in their shoes when you know they have stuff on their plate. If a friend walked up to me now and was like “hey, I’m depressed and I want to talk to you about it,” would I spiral? Would I make someone spiral if I spoke up? I may never know.
I’m convinced if I sat a friend down and talked to them about my life, they would suffer from second hand trauma and have to be seen by a psychiatrist immediately. (Maybe that was a little dramatic.)
All anyone of us can do is keep fighting through the bad times. There’s always a light, and mine comes tomorrow. My little one starts school again. We both need it so much. He needs to socialize, learn, and have a schedule. I need to work, exercise, get on a schedule, and honestly, have a minute alone everyday to work on myself. I’m hoping after a few days, we will be back to almost normal.
So, here’s to the light at the end of my tunnel. I hope you help me. Because, oh my god, I need it.
