I remember the time that someone open up to me about being depressed. All the things he said was common to me, i can relate to it. But one thing is not.
He says to me when he is depressed and needed someone to talk to, he has some friends to talk to. Especially when it is late at night, he has someone.
But me?
At that time I keep thinking about my friends, back then i have a lot of friends but now every single one of them doesn’t exactly know what i am going through. Maybe because i always put up a smile whenever i see them, or my post on social medias. They didn’t notice, no one ever notice.
I’m like, “I’m here, i need help. Can’t you notice that? Can’t you see that? I’m lost, i’m sad, and my heart hurts, everything hurts.”
But yeah, I’m the type of person that is willing to help someone going through something even if i can’t lift myself up. All the words that i’m saying to someone who needs (my) help, is the excat words that i want to hear from someone.
@/self “Hang in there, everything will be alright in time. I’m just here for you, if you need someone.”
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Ueah depression sucks. It robs you of so much you can barely function. Keep reaching out to the friends you do have. Don’t be like me cutting people out because of depression.
Another way to forget about our inner turmoil is volunteering. It works for me. About the only thing I find any joy in when I’m helping out at our local soup kitchen. Cooking and serving and cleaning up is satisfying to the soul and I honestly forget my own crappy issues when I’m busy there. I’ve met the best people there. Some have so little in material things but have so much zest for life that my own issues are nothing in comparison. they are just genuinely happy people. I wish I could bottle up their happiness for myself. A lot of beautiful life lessons to learn there….
yeah it really sucks. for me keeping myself busy, but it’s hard. noted on what you said about volunteering stuff. keep going, until you could bottle up that happiness for you.
when you can’t stand your job and nothing much else holds anything meaningful, hanging out with real people is calming. for me it is. My troubles disappear and I pretend I’m the most stable person …it’s nice to escape like that…
Look into it if you like…