I have no reason to be sad, but I am
Posted: November 18th, 2012, 7:04 pm
I am white, young(ish), "cute", have a wonderful and loving family, and a kind, funny, and commited boyfriend of 8 years. I was never abused or neglected, therefore I have no reason to be sad, but I am. I have been my whole life. I am just now able recognizing this. But to say the word "depressed" or "depression" is scary because people will think that is all I am; this sad, boring, pathetic and humorless person. I am not depression, I HAVE depression. As an adult I can now recognize the difference between a FEELING and reality and I am generally able to ride it out, but it is still really hard to funtion when the emotional rollercoaster is heading for a dip.
I was always sensitive to everything around me, I picked up on feeling of those around me and I get overwhelmed by News reports of crime. My mom was depressed (yay genetics!) and going through her own emotional ups and downs, but she rarely said anything bad, mean or angry. She was actually super mom doing everything "perfect" or close to it. She outwardly showed no indication that she was sad or anxious, but I could just FEEL it without know what it was in words.
I didnt have much of a reason to be sad until a horrible relationship (age 15-18) that lasted way longer than needed. I only put up with it because of my low self-esteem. I hung onto the anger and hatred for this person because it gave me an excuse to be sad. It made sense, I had a reason! In some weird way it was the only time I didnt feel emotionally defective. I was finally sad because some asshole ripped my heart out and pissed on it. That was my excuse, but I was already sad.
My next reason came only months later: I had to have Surgery (actually two surgeries and one long stay in the ICU on medication) - only later to find out I DIDNT need it. YAY another reason to be angry and sad. My anger was focused directly onto the medical community. Again I had an excuse for the sadness and fear, but really I was already sad.
The following 10 years my family came up against some sort of health crisis, each of us taking turns: me, dad, mom, grandma (repeat twice). This seemed to put me in some sort of stoic mode. I just focused on what needed to be done, I sat in hospitals, I stayed with grandma 2 or 3 nights a week, I did grocery shoping for my mom, what ever needed to be done. I had a purpose, I had focus, but I was still scared inside. but again I had reasons to be sad, anxious and tired. Although I didnt like what was happening to my family I greatful for the excuse to be sad. It meant I wasnt a sad-sack, peice of shit that likes to wallow in old bullshit.
I have had sick thoughts like "what a relief it would be if I got sick again"... now I understand WHY I have those thoughts. When something does happen I have a reason, No, a RIGHT to be sad. When I feel sad and everything is going well, I feel like a whiny bitch, which only brings more feelings of low self esteem and sadness.
I have been listening to the Mental Illness Happy Hour for a year now, listening and relistening to old episodes, relating to almost every guest in some small or large way. The episode that take longer for me to get through (stoping and starting often) are the ones that I can relate to the most. Jamie Denbo and DC Peirson for example. I got angry at DC and was annoyed by him and then I realized it's because what he was saying is what I hate about myself. This is where my eyes started opening to new possibilities about my mental and emotional health. I cannot will it, wish it or hope this away. It's going to take time, work and tears to get in touch with what I feel and find the balls(ovaries?) to get through it.
Each guest or survey that has been read has talked about their emotional traumas or stuggles with the intention to find a reason WHY they felt shitty all their lives. I can certainly relate to the need to know WHY, but I dont have a "why". All I have to offer is that I'm too sensitive for my own good and/or my chemicals are not quite right. I can clearly recall feeling sad at a very young age without a reason in the world. I can only offer the fact that I never saw mole hills - they were all gigantic, scary mountains.
I was always sensitive to everything around me, I picked up on feeling of those around me and I get overwhelmed by News reports of crime. My mom was depressed (yay genetics!) and going through her own emotional ups and downs, but she rarely said anything bad, mean or angry. She was actually super mom doing everything "perfect" or close to it. She outwardly showed no indication that she was sad or anxious, but I could just FEEL it without know what it was in words.
I didnt have much of a reason to be sad until a horrible relationship (age 15-18) that lasted way longer than needed. I only put up with it because of my low self-esteem. I hung onto the anger and hatred for this person because it gave me an excuse to be sad. It made sense, I had a reason! In some weird way it was the only time I didnt feel emotionally defective. I was finally sad because some asshole ripped my heart out and pissed on it. That was my excuse, but I was already sad.
My next reason came only months later: I had to have Surgery (actually two surgeries and one long stay in the ICU on medication) - only later to find out I DIDNT need it. YAY another reason to be angry and sad. My anger was focused directly onto the medical community. Again I had an excuse for the sadness and fear, but really I was already sad.
The following 10 years my family came up against some sort of health crisis, each of us taking turns: me, dad, mom, grandma (repeat twice). This seemed to put me in some sort of stoic mode. I just focused on what needed to be done, I sat in hospitals, I stayed with grandma 2 or 3 nights a week, I did grocery shoping for my mom, what ever needed to be done. I had a purpose, I had focus, but I was still scared inside. but again I had reasons to be sad, anxious and tired. Although I didnt like what was happening to my family I greatful for the excuse to be sad. It meant I wasnt a sad-sack, peice of shit that likes to wallow in old bullshit.
I have had sick thoughts like "what a relief it would be if I got sick again"... now I understand WHY I have those thoughts. When something does happen I have a reason, No, a RIGHT to be sad. When I feel sad and everything is going well, I feel like a whiny bitch, which only brings more feelings of low self esteem and sadness.
I have been listening to the Mental Illness Happy Hour for a year now, listening and relistening to old episodes, relating to almost every guest in some small or large way. The episode that take longer for me to get through (stoping and starting often) are the ones that I can relate to the most. Jamie Denbo and DC Peirson for example. I got angry at DC and was annoyed by him and then I realized it's because what he was saying is what I hate about myself. This is where my eyes started opening to new possibilities about my mental and emotional health. I cannot will it, wish it or hope this away. It's going to take time, work and tears to get in touch with what I feel and find the balls(ovaries?) to get through it.
Each guest or survey that has been read has talked about their emotional traumas or stuggles with the intention to find a reason WHY they felt shitty all their lives. I can certainly relate to the need to know WHY, but I dont have a "why". All I have to offer is that I'm too sensitive for my own good and/or my chemicals are not quite right. I can clearly recall feeling sad at a very young age without a reason in the world. I can only offer the fact that I never saw mole hills - they were all gigantic, scary mountains.