Two posts, one day blah blah but I have my ranty pants on and the 140 characters of twitter meant that I would be kicked off for spam after posting 50 tweets in the space of 5 minutes.
What’s got my goat you ask? A little old show called Offspring. Unless you are living under a rock, then you will know that they killed off one of the main characters of the show last night. Social media had a meltdown (at least the people on mine did) and cries of noooooo were heard through the night. I’m not here to begrudge a persons reaction to a beloved character dying, hell I cried like a big skirt when Dumbledore died (if you don’t know who I am talking about then you are dead to me). What I have an issue is the outcries of ‘I’m so depressed because Patrick died’.
I see red every time the word depression is thrown around so flippantly. Depression is not ‘feeling a bit sad’. Sadness is a normal reaction to something that upsets you, sadness doesn’t linger for weeks, months, years at a time. Fleeting sadness in reaction to things in your environment doesn’t stop you from living, sleeping and coping.
Imagine walking through quicksand, in the middle of a sandstorm in the pitch black, every single day, for months on end and you might have a little bit of an idea what depression feels like. Depression rips you from the inside, tearing everything that means something to you away.
Depression doesn’t care about rhyme or reason. It doesn’t care if you are black, white or pink with purple polka dots. It doesn’t care if you have a lot going on at the moment. It doesn’t care that you don’t have time to be sick right now.
Depression lies. It spreads hate through every vein in your body. It leaks out your pores. It darkens your eyes. It breaks down your resolve. It turns strong people into nothing more than an empty shell.
Depression is darkness when the world is light. Rain clouds when the world is sunshine. Silence when the world is singing. Loneliness when the whole world is full of friendships. Tired when the world is awake.