I struggle with writing about depression. Part of the struggle is the depression itself – why would anyone want to hear about me? What makes me special? So on and so forth…
Therein lies the rub. It’s not that my story is special. In fact, my story is unremarkably un-special. I am just like many people out there who let the little nagging voice in their head silence their ability to communicate with those around them. This is what makes asking for help so hard. It’s probably more alienating than anything anyone else could say or do. At least for me.
Then today, The Body is not an Apology published this article:
I realize this is a really rough subject. If anything I was hoping for it to be a how-to guide to coping. Sorry to disappoint if you were hoping for the same thing. However, it was like the author reached out their hand and grabbed mine and said, “my history is different, but I know your feel.”
That gesture made me want to reach out and offer the same support to anyone who might need it. Please read the article if you suffer from chronic depression or know someone who does. And if you want someone to talk to, I am here.