Depression isn’t real, I was told.
I carried this belief with me for so long, hoping that if I just held onto it for long enough I could make it true.
Depression wasn’t real when I felt like I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning—that was just laziness.
But then why did I also cry because I so desperately wanted to be OK while having no energy at all?
Depression wasn’t real when I fell to the floor hysterically crying because I was suddenly overcome with the feeling of nothingness. That was just my being “dramatic.”
But then why was I trying to push away the physical pain that comes with not wanting to live?
Depression wasn’t real when I chose to injure my own skin, against every instinct of self-preservation, because the pain I felt in my lungs, on my chest, and in my mind was too much to feel without having a physical outlet for it.
Imagine having your courage and desire to live stripped away and replaced with the notion that you are no longer needed and the world would be better without you. Imagine someone saying the anguish you’re experiencing is something you made up.
Who, tell me, who would make up these feelings? When the attention you will get is people being dismissive and telling you what you feel are “just thoughts” and some exercise and fresh air should help. Sure, sometimes running does clear my head. Other times, I am just running while depressed.
Why was it that the year that I was suicidal I had also run a 10k in Disney World, with a loving husband, and a cute, Instagram-popular dog, all while surrounded by friends. Why wasn’t all of that enough to cure me, like I desperately wished it would?
Instead, all I could feel was guilt. Guilt over not being able to just be OK, to not burst into random tears, to not hate myself, to not see an empty void when I pictured my future.
Was I not training hard enough? Was I not worthy of feeling well? Was a deity punishing me for being a shitty person?
I should have been able to just turn it off. I should have been able to come off the medication I was convinced I was taking because I was weak.
But diabetics aren’t weak for needing insulin and those with heart conditions aren’t weak for needing aspirin.
You see, everything that is being said and has been said about depressed people I have already said to myself. Those words, that dismissal, hurts. Every day you doubt yourself. Every day you insist to yourself that this will be the day when you’ll wake up feeling “normal.” And every day you either fight yourself insisting that you are “better” or you grow and slowly accept that you are not. And that’s OK.
I have also grown to see that it doesn’t matter if others believe I have depression or that it’s real. I have been in therapy for 10+ years. I have taken medication, ran, done yoga, and meditated. And I still have it. It wasn’t until a therapist reminded me that just by admitting I had depression, I could take charge of it.
I don’t want to be faulted for my self-awareness, so I will not fault others for their lack thereof. And, if someone has to make something like this up, even if it’s for attention, wouldn’t you argue, that to save a life, it would be worthwhile to give it to them?
Marie is better known as Mxiety. She hosts mental health-related live discussions and interviews, as well as writes to help defeat the stigma. You can learn more about her and access other resources at mxiety.com.
Growing up my mum pretended depression didn’t exist, that our family was wonderful and happy. I’ve been on and off antidepressants since I was 14. I’ve only just come off them again at 29.
Finally, through accepting Christ into my life, I have accepted that my struggle was real and hope and forgiveness are too.
Accepting help is hard, and asking for help is even harder.
Wow, I appreciate this article so much. I have depression and it always bothers me when people say “it’s just a thought.” Depression is real and it is biological and physical as well. Your article was so relatable and helped me feel less alone. Thank you so much for sharing.
This hit home. This is how I felt during my addiction to drugs an alcohol when people told me I’m choosing substances over my family . Yeah I’m choosing this absolute lonely misery???? No.
We’re sorry you were met with misunderstanding, Jamie. Addiction is a difficult thing to navigate and oftentimes loved ones don’t understand. However, please know you’re not alone in your experience. We’re grateful you have since found healing and recovery.
This is the first blog I’ve ever read, and I was looking for healing on depression. I’m 49-years old and I’ve been diagnosed with depression since I was 19-years old. I’ve been in and out of therapy for 30 years and on medication for 14 years. The struggle is real. I felt like I was reading my autobiography. I so appreciate your story.
I think I broke the constant. I hope theres others. If you did, know, you finally aren’t alone.
Thank you so much for sharing!
After 4 years of struggling with trich, first pulling my lashes then my brows, I am just now in my first year of college acknowledging my poor state of mental health, which at this point could be a result of repressed anxiety, depression, or both. My family has an interesting view on mental health, which led me to address my progressive disinterest in activities, lack of motiviation to accomplish goals, and increase in stress by slowly numbing myself to all emotion, good and bad, and pretending I was ok for the sake of everyone around me. Now that I’m facing my problems, they are getting worse rather than better. Urges to pull hair have again transitioned and are now joined by constant and crippling exhaustion, urges to harm, and serious thoughts of suicide. It’s a position I never thought I’d be in; I’m having a hard time reconciling the concept of mental health with my upbringing, and I long ago lost trust in confiding my issues to my family, so I’m still hiding from them. I have not hurt myself as of yet, and I am trying to come to terms with any potential diagnosis and treatment.
Your story helped me fight ingrained stigmas about my own mental health, and I hope my story can at least convince someone they are not alone. Your feelings are valid, you are most certainly not making it up, and you are not a burden to others if you chose to confide in them. Take care <3
We are so sorry to hear that you are struggling now more than ever. But we are also proud of you for being open about these challenges and for confronting them. They deserve to see the light in order to heal. You are on the right track and we are here if you are in need of support or guidance. If you’d like to email our team at [email protected], we would be honored to offer you some encouragement.
How much money does your therapist make working with you