89 - The Path Between Pain and Possibility
Ever since I started writing here, I’ve been talking more openly about my depression to others. Not because I finally decided to seek help, but because I’ve started caring less about how people judge me. And because I know that if I want to help someone who’s struggling, they need to know I’m in the same boat as them. I never trusted advice from people who’ve never lived with this. I still don’t. People who haven’t been here don’t know the demons inside our heads. And even those of us who do live with it barely know how to deal with it ourselves myself included. Maybe it is a way of seeking help, Searching for comrades to walk along the same dark path. It may look that I'm better now, Being able to think this way, But no, I’m just learning how to live with it. There’s a difference. Ever since opening up, I’ve received a lot of throwaway advice well‑intentioned, but weightless. “Try not to think about it.” “Do something fun.” “Go out with your friends.” But that’s like ...