I have to be super offensive for a minute.
You are probably not someone’s fix for depression.
You might be something that makes the days better, you might be a shoulder to cry on, and you might be their support….
….but don’t get mad and puffed up if they have a moment of depression. Don’t be salty just because they still have it.
If you know somebody who had it and got over it, that’s great. That’s them. Don’t tell that to the person you’re with, who is still going through something. Whether it is chemical or circumstantial, whether it is BOTH–don’t fucking compare them to other people. That makes it WORSE.
Why do people get so offended when you have depression?
“I’m here, so you should be happy and better.”
I had these feelings before I met you. I had them before I even knew what they were. I could never afford to get help for them. I’ve been analyzed a few times. Anxiety, Depression. Simple, direct. I know what I have.
You are a wonderful person. You are also a very annoying and hurtful person at times. You’re impatient and don’t understand things a lot, sometimes.
I think this is one of those big things.
You cannot expect me to erase all of this overnight. You say “I don’t”, but the commentary says otherwise. You are here, yes. I am happier, yes. But this thing isn’t going away so fast. And it would be incredibly great if my “supporter” would stop commenting on it like it’s a series of paperwork or some annoying thing they can’t handle.
I hear the tired tone in your voice.
I hear the exasperated sighs.
I feel/see/hear the inconsideration.
You are not medication. You are not a mental health doctor. You are but one imperfect person. I ask you to be there for me, not make all these comments about why I need to be happy.
That also implies I’m ungrateful for you being here.
There are so many things, I think, that need to change between us. If people are willing to change. It seems like we care so much, we talk about doing the work, but the obstacles make it harder.
Traveling, opinions, moods, excuses, family traits.
You found a way to cope and be stronger than you know. I find ways to cope. But sometimes it’s overwhelming. It just simply is.
that’s all I had to say.
I think I’m supposed to be smiling and suffering in perfect silence or something. People–most of them–would rather not hear that you’re sad in such a world of privilege. I see what I have. Trust me, I see it.
I see it.
Not every moment is dark by the way.
Not every case of depression is textbook.
You cannot always solve every problem.
Just be there for me. WITHOUT the snarky commentary.
Yes, it’s snarky.