Something I’ve noticed is that, for the most part, people want to help those who they feel need assistance. Take some time when you have a minute, go to YouTube, and search “Faith in Humanity Restored”. There are plenty of examples of people showing kindness to those who need it.
It only makes sense that when somebody hears a friend is struggling with mental illness they want to help. But depression is a bit more complicated than paying for somebody’s groceries, or helping a cat out of a tree.
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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?
Continue reading ““But You Were Always So Happy…””