One of the reasons I was hesitant at first to start this blog, and talk so much about things that are going on in my life, was the fear that my friends wouldn’t know how to act around me.
Anytime somebody says something about depression, anxiety, or mental illness in general it can be uncomfortable for those who either haven’t been through it themselves or who haven’t had a close relationship with somebody who has.
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People who have known me as a teenager could tell you that I wasn’t always the most “in shape” kid on the block. Sure I had a shape…kind of like a sphere. Not exactly what I wanted.
I was a junior in high school when I finally did something about it. I joined the cross country team, trained for a marathon, changed my diet, and ended up losing 50 pounds. I may write more posts in the future on fitness and how to make/achieve goals, but today I wanted to talk a little about my self image.
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There are a lot of misconceptions regarding depression, and I’d never be able to address all of them, however there is one that has been on my mind recently. It’s the belief that you can tell on the outside whether or not a person is depressed.
For some reason we have in our mind a picture of what we believe a person should look like with mental illness, and if the person in front of us doesn’t fit that picture we doubt they are actually depressed. And even if they are it can’t really be that bad…right?
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I wrote this to talk about one of the insecurities I mentioned in the first post on this blog. The post itself was taken from Facebook, and was designed to share a little piece of what I have going on in my head. In that post I mentioned 3 things that I struggle with.
- Self worth
Because I’m a thinker, and always seem to have conversations with myself, after I shared these feelings with the Facebook world I started trying to figure out what caused me to have these insecurities in the first place. Any time spent driving turned into my own private therapy session.
Continue reading “How Not Being “Manly” Made Me Hate Myself”