On Freedom from Depression*
Three years ago, I lived the most routine, dull version of my life that I can imagine: calorie-counting, coffee-drinking, binge-eating. Alone. Alone. Alone. Searching for a sense of control (If only Ian Curtis had waited…perhaps it would have passed. Perhaps they would have found the right medication? Perhaps he wouldn’t have decided to take his life). I spent so many years in a dark cloud. To not be all-consumed by depression is like a new-found freedom. It’s eating spaghetti whenever I want. It’s wearing a dress and feeling beautiful. It’s crying because things can be incredible. It’s listening to “Disorder” on repeat and dancing alone. It’s being able to write about more than just my body, my skin, my loneliness. It’s being able to finally write about what’s real.
* an excerpt from my personal journal
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I think there are many, many more people out there who feel this or have felt this than we can ever imagine.
Me included.
amen.
I know i’ve felt that way before. It’s great when the feeling ends, it really is.
That’s good. Hopefully some day I’ll be free.
I think we were both dancing to Joy Division long before The Wombats came out.
I love it.
To be honest, I love honest posts on reflection and self evaluation- it’s the reason I started reading blogs.
I’m still working on that. And I did get your e-mail. I owe you a response.
The biggest step is being able to put this in such a public place.
Thank you for sharing this. It reminds me that I’m not the only one who had/is going through this.
Brave people offer up pieces of their personal journals for consumption by those of us not brave enough.
I’m glad you are in a more vigorous place — for lack of a better term — in your life.
ps-I sent you an e-mail. if you didn’t get it, let me know.
i’m glad you are at a good place, arw. it gives me some hope. i for one am not nearly brave enough to talk about it so publicly.
i definitely need to start up on the meds again. even though i feel like i’m slowly turning my life around, that dark cloud (which i’m learning that everyone in my family has encountered) persists. so it goes.