Dear Friend, You Donât Have To Understand. But Please Be Patient.
Not that I thought I was above it, but I never thought Iâd be diagnosed with depression. My naĂŻve self assumed it was only for people who had been through traumatic experiences â something had to make you depressed. That isnât always the case.
I was in my junior year of college when I was diagnosed as clinically depressed. Months prior to my diagnosis, I had actually experienced a traumatic event so it would made sense that I would be diagnosed as clinically depressed. However, now looking back, I realize Iâve been battling this for years but had never been treated. I think back to high school, the things I went through, how I dealt with it, and the irrepressible effects depression had on me â insomnia, arbitrary bouts of sadness, loss of interest in things I knew I loved, etc. The signs were all there. I was in high school though and at the time figured it was hormonal.
Prior to my college years, I would never, ever reach out to anyone when I needed someone. I donât say that like it was a strength of mine, like I could handle everything on my own. I knew I couldnât handle anything on my own but I didnât want to burden anyone and I didnât want people to know about the problems I knew I had. I dealt with everything internally and to be honest, I think it had a lot of damaging affects on my mental and emotional health.Â
However, during my college years, I was â I hate to say it â desperately reaching out. But nobody would reach back. It was humiliating and disconcerting that people who I thought were my friends lacked empathy or concern for me. It was the darkest time of my life feeling insignificant to any of my âfriendsâ.
Aside from dealing with the obvious issues that come with anxiety and depression, my biggest battle was having someone, or lack thereof, understand. I felt a lot of alienation from people who A) couldnât understand and/or B) wouldnât try to. I wasnât asking faint acquaintances to understand. It was the people closest to me that I expected to be there for me who werenât. It not only was painful but also frustrating.Â
It made it that much more difficult when someone you called your âbest friendâ dismisses what youâre going through calling you âdramaticâ and âtoo sensitiveâ. I exhausted myself trying to explain what I couldnât articulate and what people immediately rejected as a valid emotional response. Looking back, I shouldâve walked away from those relationships and you should too if you have a âfriendâ whoâs using your mental illness against you. I know, because Iâve been through it too, you already feel crazy. We donât need someone to make us believe it. Those people arenât your friends.Â
The point of this piece is not of self-pity but rather to promote acceptance and understanding as well as offering comfort to those experiencing the effects of mental illness; you are not alone and you are not crazy. Your mind just processes things differently than others and thatâs ok. Â
Unfortunately, insensitivity and ignorance runs rampant in society. My words may only reach one person, and even then, may not mean anything to that one person. But, if you are reading this and experiencing alienation from others due to a mental illness just know, as clichĂŠ as it sounds, you are not alone. I canât tell you when things will get easier but I know it does. I still battle this everyday and while itâs not easy, it has gotten easier.
Through all of this, Iâve learned to rely on myself again. I struggle with depression and anxiety everyday, sometimes one or the either but sometimes both in the same day. If youâre reading this and you struggle with depression and/or anxiety or any mental illness, feel free to message me. Iâm not a doctor but I experience this daily and have for years. If you just need someone to listen to you, I got you! I donât have the answers as I question things daily myself but Iâm an extremely compassionate person and can be there for you to talk through things with! I know sometimes thatâs all we need, someone who gets it.
If you donât have depression, anxiety and/or any other mental illnesses, please keep in mind, just because you donât understand it doesnât mean it isnât real. At the end of the day, all weâre asking of you is patience.Â