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December 29, 2015
Depression by DestinyBlue
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Hi I'm Blue, and I struggle with mental illness.

Some of you will dismiss me, some of you will be scared of me, some of you will blame me, but a surprising amount of you will understand me, because 1 in 4 people experience mental health issues. Considering so many people experience it, we hear so little about it; it's the family secret you can't tell anyone, the fake smile so know one knows, the calling in sick but blaming food poisoning. It's hard for me to write about, but I write this hoping it makes it easier for the next person to speak about it.

I am going to tell you my story, of my path with mental illness. I don't know if it has a happy ending yet...

It began with a tough situation at home, which triggered the anxiety. It's hard to explain the exact feeling. It's kind of like where you're leaning back on your chair, and go that bit too far and you just about to fall back. That sudden jolt of panic inside your chest, that half second  spike that makes you fling your hands forward and grab the desk infront of you to steady yourself. That 'oh shit' moment. It's that. Only it didn't last for half a second, for even a minute, it lasted years. I thought I'd just have to live with it until the situations improved, but even when it did anxiety still clung to me like a scarf of live electricity. That feeling could come when I was alone in a room, sitting comfortably, with nothing to do and a clear day ahead. The world would spin and tumble, and I'd want to put my hands out to grab the desk and steady myself, but there was nothing there. Nothing to grab onto. Over and over.

And so, through anxiety's hot trickery depressions cold crept in, it sat at the back of my mind and laughed at me. "Why are you even trying? It's useless anyway" and when you're fighting a non-existent force from a chair you're not even really sitting on it's hard to argue with that. And this feeling spread.

It wasn't that I couldn't feel happy, and it wasn't total sadness per-se, I did feel sad, but the harshness of depression is that it makes the process of living excruciating. It's like walking through thick treacle, every movement pushed against and held back by sticky tar. Suffocating and exhausting. Even when there's no energy left you still have to walk. This same tar is in your brain, slowing your thoughts, numbing your feelings, even when there's no energy left, you can never stop thinking. Then everything feels overwhelming. Even the small things, one task in particular for me, washing my clothes, was a mountain, even to think about it required so much energy, I could wash my clothes, but then I'd have to pick up the dirty clothes, taken them to the washer, open the washer, put the clothes in the washer, close the door, open the detergent bottle, put the detergent in. It was just too much. So the clothes sat there. And you know it's absurd, everyone else can do it no trouble, so, I thought, maybe I'm just lazy, I should push on, I'm a strong person, so I pushed. Now you can push yourself do enough to look like your functioning normally, but it doesn't get rid of the tar, the sticky molasses in your veins, on the outside I was normal enough, inside I was decaying. My mind was ablaze trying to grab a desk and my soul was swallowed in the bitter treacle. The worst thing, was that I never felt at peace, however still I sat, however beautiful the morning, however hard it was searched for, no peace arrived. It was torture, and my own mind was the torturer.

I didn't -want- to kill myself, that's messy, and probably involved going out of the house, a body, sad friends. I just wanted to be dead. My brain fantasized about it. That sweet release of deep restful unexistence, it seemed so much better than existing like this. If only, I thought, there weren't people who loved me. It's a sick twisted logic you don't have control over; to you it all makes sense. I didn't even know I was depressed, I thought what I was feeling was justified, life -was- meaningless, I -would- be better off dead. It had been a slow decline into darkness, the light wasn't just switched off, I had no 'oh shit it's dark' moment, I didn't even realise I couldn't see properly, my eyes had adjusted to the dark as the light faded, my mind replacing reality with it's own twisted night vision, of strange shadows and dark half logic.

Yeah, I won't go out today, no I don't need to do my essay yet, it can wait, they probably don't want to hang around with me anyway, It's not worth it, I'm not worth it, I'm worthless.

So I hurt myself. Mostly to feel better, or to feel something, I'm not sure, but it proved a point. When I saw what I had done to my own skin, I had a thought: "This is what sick people do" The thought turned over a few times in my head and twisted into a lump in my throat "Am -I- sick?" That was the first time I really realised. Despite crippling depression, despite feeling suicidal, being unable to properly care for myself, I had barely thought I was ill, I'd just thought I was lazy, or sad, or worthless. But I looked at the blood, and the damage I'd done, and knew I needed help.

So I went to the doctor, and yes, I was sick, and the slow process began. Full of relapse and recovery. It's not over, and it may never be for me, it's more complicated than I can say here. But now I can recognise the signs and know what to look out for and I have learned how to manage my condition. I took a break at the start of this year, and didn't do any conventions, just focused on getting better and giving myself a steady foundation to stand on for the rest of this year. At the moment I am doing well, and I appreciate the peace in my head so much more now I've known such darkness. But life is worth living, and I try and do it with vitality :)

Depression is so disgusting because it erodes the you-ness of you, the qualities you like in yourself are taken over, even the things you enjoy doing you have to do in the tar. It is not your fault, though it can feel like it is, and others may think it is. I hate that some people think it shows weakness. It shows no more weakness than walking up a mountain with a broken leg shows weakness. Your brain's broken and you must get on -despite- that, doing the washing can be a huge victory, higher than climbing a mountain with a broken leg, and a lot more sensible. People congratulate me for creating a piece of art, or running my own business. No one congratulated me when I did my washing. But really, in my darkest time, it was one of my greatest achievements. And, on some future day where I'm feeling bad, putting another load of washing on will be a big achievement again.

I juts wanted to let you guys know that you were a small light in the huge darkness. Thank you so much for all your comments and notes, I treasure each one of you. Thank you for always being there for me. It's a wonderful feeling to know I can reach out and so many people would grab my hand to help. I know many of you are suffering with the same thing I did. Please reach out, and for those of you willing to, please offer a hand to someone when they reach out, they probably need it more than you know, they might even need it more than they know <3

Today is my birthday, and if I have a birthday wish, it's for this message to be shared :)

Peace, love, and mental well-being,

Blue x

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DianaWThatFreakinSal's avatar

This is wonderful, I thought the orignal would corroalate to the video, but no, it just make me have feels...

is this the original meme?

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RiskyDash11's avatar

Is it bad I find your exact words realetble?

KiNeTiX-ArT's avatar

This picture is amazing. I plan to use it in my Mental Health Nursing Dissertation project. I hope you don't mind. I will give credit

ff6celes's avatar

I've seen some of you're art before, and it's really good! But I didn't know how you were struggling. I've had depression myself and I appreciate you sharing your story.

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diddles25's avatar

I have struggled with anxiety since my earliest memories and with depression for a most of my journey so far. I totally relate to your pain!

When people say that it's a "weakness", I think that your simile to climbing a mountain with a broken leg is very apt, as well as the image of trying to keep your pace as you slog through tar...! I have seen it as a form of drowning; everything can be lovely and you feel like you're drowning.

I am glad that you've gotten help! The main thing that has stopped me from completing any attempt on my own life is the fact that it would destroy my friends and family. That has always overruled and I feel obliged to continue, despite the fact that there are times that I feel like I can hardly breathe.

It really is a lifelong struggle, full of relapses and recoveries...! When I can't vent through poetry and painting, I have mindfulness meditation to try and ground myself. And, since the news cycle these days leaves me feeling drained, I often go to The Good Network app for at least some good news.

Health and safety to you!

Strongman20's avatar

Are you being abused?

Maybe I can help you get out of the situation.

I have been there trust me! I remember a couple years ago I was on that state of mind that I can't do what I wanted to do, life was boring and have no purpose until I reach out to a friend told him I was on the maximum level of depression. than he tell me to sign up for this course called peace of mind and also started meditation and it keep getting better and better.

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Hello blue I am a therapist And I agree with a lot of your points and I hope you get better

nursehachet's avatar

We must have the same brain seriously it's exactly what it is exactly it is why doesn't do that I don't know I just don't I don't think I'm leaving God because I don't know why he's doing this to me you know I'm I borderline personally disorder whatever the f*** it means but I'm I'm just a depression and I can't take anymore s*** for 45 I was just laying in under the bed it was scary to turn sounds I hate my life I might hurt my car sometimes my whole family would be relieved but it did take my life but I would do it quietly all the way from here you know I just stayed on a Saturday and I'm just really I never do anything so I just too much time alone I think but anyways I'm just saved my life I think I just seem alive I'm not going to do a suicide right now I'm not going to do it it's too hard like you said it's disgusting yeah I don't like theres no easy way out they can bring it back and so I just totally and I like you I hope you're right some more cuz I'm trying to ride some stuff but I these hand trimmers inherited I inherited essential tremors some weird thing of course I heard it and worse these scene stupid ass jeans that are all mentally in my head and I no one likes me and everyone steals me and they look stupid and I mean it's really sad it's a really sad life I kind of want to end it you know I do know

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Ok[]uyasu nijimura

I hope you get through your trials

I feel the same way, depression is feeling empty and not sad.

xXDumbBeanzXx's avatar

The fact that this become a kinda meme made me shocked also i hope things are better for you :]]

Hey I am using one of your pieces for a school paper and was wondering if I could ask you a few questions to best know your reasoning and such behind this picture.

ivebeenhereawhile's avatar

The people of Reddit turned this into a sbeve meme and I just- why.

1xen0's avatar

people are insensitive and disgusting and dont care about others

Angel-Queen21's avatar

Things aren’t always as they seem. It often takes a second glance.

We all need people who can just listen. But we also need people who can also help afterwards. When I was taken over by severe depression, the only way out was to turn to online therapy. On the website of Dr. Mental I immediately saw the best online therapy companies, among which there were several that were suitable for me. For a small fee I now get regular online help for depression, because even after getting out of depression I don't want to give up on my mental health. Even outside of our sessions, my therapist sends me an occasional message to keep in touch. Now I will never forget about myself, ever)

LmonLimeCat's avatar

So this is where the iconic meme comes from

Wepesi's avatar

If I see a single "im14andthisisdeep" on here, I'll-

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