I can’t stand this. How the hell, can you be fine one second and be thinking hey I might possibly be getting over this shit, and the next, something comes up and your worse than you were before. Why can’t I just get over it like people say I should. Im tired of always returning to the same damn depression over and over, people thinking im doing it for attention. And then people in my life complaining about stupid crap, I understand everything affects everyone differently but sometimes I’d like them to get a dose of what I go through EVERY DAY. and knowing what I go through will never end? Just makes it harder to not give in. Ugh!
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Depression isn’t one of those things that can be cured. It can be controlled, or it can go into remission … but there is no cure. I’ve had periods spanning several years where I felt relatively happy and at peace with the world, but I knew that I had to be vigilant to ensure that the Black Dog didn’t sniff me out and attack me. Of course, this has now come to pass and I am now trying to work out where to go from here.
I think you need to try and find what it is that makes you happy, and then put as much energy as you can into maintaining it. As soon as the depression senses any sign of weakness, it will weasel its way back into your life if you let it.
All the best.
You got it right. Depression just keeps coming back. Nobody I know outside of sp seems to understands this. For 33 years I fought a continuous battle with depression. My drug of choice was taking on huge responsibilities in the military and the airlines. thats right. but all that work did not cure me. it just kept me distracted. then one day i got tired of the stress and announced my early retirement. now without dragrons to slay for the man every day i am experiencing the entire load of depression with no distraction. it hurts like hell. tried just about everything there is to try. no cure. brief relief is all i can get. and when i do feel good/ok soon somebody will do or say something and i go spiraling down into my funk. No cure. We either live with it or die from it. The latter is looking better all the time.