How do I tell my camp room mate i need bandaids because I’m trying to patch my self back up. How do I tell her I’m telling depressed without having to look like I’m being needy.
You must have a good room mate to even contemplate saying anything. I have a feeling she’ll understand your difficulties. I’m not advising you to tell her or anything. Im neutral.
I would say: “OK. I’m telling you this because I know that things can be good, and I’m committed to being happy one day, but, I’ve really been feeling like this, and I trust you and I could use your help. Have you ever felt something similar?”
Then explain and say that no matter what, you’re determined to be happy one day. And believe me, you will be. In my past, I wanted to jump off a bridge. I just wanted quiet, I wanted to go away. Now I’m happy. The change is inconceivable. It really is possible. It requires courage, so much of it, but you have that. You’re going to be truly happy one day, and your happy self is waiting for you, ahead, in the future. And they will wait as long as it takes.
One of the worst misconceptions depression gives us is that we’re the only ones who have ever felt like this. It’s not true. It’s part of being human. Just say, “This may come as a bit of a shock. I need band aids. It’s not for a great reason. And I know this is not the way I want to live. But this is how I’ve been feeling, but I know that I’m going to get better. I don’t need you to do anything except listen….ahh, life, hey? It’s fucking hard. But one day, we’re both going to be happy, and I hope you can take that road with me. I value your friendship so much, and I want you to know that I will be here for you when you need me, too”. And then DO be there for her.
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You must have a good room mate to even contemplate saying anything. I have a feeling she’ll understand your difficulties. I’m not advising you to tell her or anything. Im neutral.
Maybe say “I’m feeling kind of down and need someone to talk to, can I talk to you?”
I would say: “OK. I’m telling you this because I know that things can be good, and I’m committed to being happy one day, but, I’ve really been feeling like this, and I trust you and I could use your help. Have you ever felt something similar?”
Then explain and say that no matter what, you’re determined to be happy one day. And believe me, you will be. In my past, I wanted to jump off a bridge. I just wanted quiet, I wanted to go away. Now I’m happy. The change is inconceivable. It really is possible. It requires courage, so much of it, but you have that. You’re going to be truly happy one day, and your happy self is waiting for you, ahead, in the future. And they will wait as long as it takes.
One of the worst misconceptions depression gives us is that we’re the only ones who have ever felt like this. It’s not true. It’s part of being human. Just say, “This may come as a bit of a shock. I need band aids. It’s not for a great reason. And I know this is not the way I want to live. But this is how I’ve been feeling, but I know that I’m going to get better. I don’t need you to do anything except listen….ahh, life, hey? It’s fucking hard. But one day, we’re both going to be happy, and I hope you can take that road with me. I value your friendship so much, and I want you to know that I will be here for you when you need me, too”. And then DO be there for her.
you take off the bandaids, where your wounds with pride and tell anyone who looks at you funny to politely stfu.