Depression sucks. I think I can say that most people know this. Recently I’ve been struggling with a massive bout of depression that I’ve been trying my best to work through. It hasn’t been easy and I haven’t always been successful, but I do the best I can. That’s all most people can do in this situation.
Depression affects everything that I do. I have depression coloured glasses, so to speak, so that everything I see is tinted differently because of my depression. My interactions with people are tainted by my depression. My inter monologue is shifted off centre by my depression.
People find it hard to deal with me when I am depressed. At least that is what I think. I could be wrong (see tinting effect above) but I think this is right. People can’t fix someone who is depressed so they feel uncomfortable because they don’t know what to do. Eventually they drift off because you are no fun.
True friends stick by you and understand what you are going through. They sometimes tell you to “snap out of it” but often just let you vent and get out what is going on in the knowledge that you are dealing with stuff that is dark and evil and unpleasant. Often they deal with their own demons so it makes it easier for them to understand