When Depression Takes Over
what do you do when you wake up in the morning, only to feel that you haven't slept at all and don't care if you waste the rest of the day making up for it? what do you do when all your favorite things are in the fridge and pantry but nothing whets your appetite? what happens when no movie you watch, no music you listen to, no book you read moves you to smile? what happens when you stop calling home cuz you no longer feel like you have one?
depression is no stranger to me, nor are anti-depressants for that matter although i don't recommend them. it's hard to tell yourself that life's worth waking up to when nothing about life makes you wanna wake up at all. i don't like feeling depressed, i don't like the whole concept that your entire world fades into the background when negative emotions take over. sometimes i wonder about people who work or play too hard... do they do that to shut out any sad thoughts they might otherwise have to ponder upon? do they keep their schedules packed with work and all sorts of activities so that they don't have to figure out why they feel so blue when it starts to get quiet? maybe that's the way to handle it, maybe it's the best way to beat these negativities. to over-think your situation is to create an opportunity for depression to come creeping. you start to think that things are not how you want them to be, that someone else's life is more interesting than yours, that the mundane things you do everyday are worthless and you could be doing something else entirely that might make you feel alive.
i can understand why those who stay at home (regardless of reason) can feel sad sometimes when they have a minute or two to stop and think. when you do the same things over and over again, it can start to eat away at you. routine may not be your best friend afterall. when you start to wonder if that's all life is ever gonna mount up to, you have to wonder whether you should just break out and do something drastic like write to dr. phil about it. that's how it is isn't it... life gets very bad when you have to write to the hollywood psychiatrist.
people have different ways of coping with depression... some work harder, some eat more, others still drink more, and a minority probably simply ignore it altogether and pretend life is beautiful. i get obsessive over health and body image issues. it's not a bad thing... i feel better afterwards cuz i'm more fit to handle the world around me (not to mention the added bonus of being able to fit back into a size 6...). perhaps i need to incorporate other things to my self-obsessed plan, but all in all i'm fine as long as i'm not being self-destructive... right?
depression is no stranger to me, nor are anti-depressants for that matter although i don't recommend them. it's hard to tell yourself that life's worth waking up to when nothing about life makes you wanna wake up at all. i don't like feeling depressed, i don't like the whole concept that your entire world fades into the background when negative emotions take over. sometimes i wonder about people who work or play too hard... do they do that to shut out any sad thoughts they might otherwise have to ponder upon? do they keep their schedules packed with work and all sorts of activities so that they don't have to figure out why they feel so blue when it starts to get quiet? maybe that's the way to handle it, maybe it's the best way to beat these negativities. to over-think your situation is to create an opportunity for depression to come creeping. you start to think that things are not how you want them to be, that someone else's life is more interesting than yours, that the mundane things you do everyday are worthless and you could be doing something else entirely that might make you feel alive.
i can understand why those who stay at home (regardless of reason) can feel sad sometimes when they have a minute or two to stop and think. when you do the same things over and over again, it can start to eat away at you. routine may not be your best friend afterall. when you start to wonder if that's all life is ever gonna mount up to, you have to wonder whether you should just break out and do something drastic like write to dr. phil about it. that's how it is isn't it... life gets very bad when you have to write to the hollywood psychiatrist.
people have different ways of coping with depression... some work harder, some eat more, others still drink more, and a minority probably simply ignore it altogether and pretend life is beautiful. i get obsessive over health and body image issues. it's not a bad thing... i feel better afterwards cuz i'm more fit to handle the world around me (not to mention the added bonus of being able to fit back into a size 6...). perhaps i need to incorporate other things to my self-obsessed plan, but all in all i'm fine as long as i'm not being self-destructive... right?
