Depression is like a super annoying and obnoxious bug that won’t go away. Depression is drinking and smoking to an oblivion. Depression does not care about whether you live or die. Depression will have you shutting people out even when you need them the most. Depression will have you in the house for days at a time, without showering. Depression will have you in the shower, crying until your eyes are bloodshot. It will have you not eating and not caring about anything and anyone.
Why Does No One Like To Talk About It?
Why is it brushed under the rug like some forbidden language? Like if you say it 3 times something bad will happen.
Depression. Depression. Depression.
See, nothing happened. Phew!
Sorry, not sorry this topic needs to be discussed. There are so many suffering from all sorts of trauma and damage that we never sought help for. PTSD is real in the black community. You shouldn’t have had to grow up without food, water, or shelter. We shouldn’t have to worry about whether the utilities are getting shut off today. You shouldn’t have to suffer in silence. Depression can stem from so many different places, that it’s scary to think that one minute you could be fine and the next not so much.
I’ve battled with it my entire life, before I could even put a name to it. My depression started as a result of my low self-esteem issues growing up. I couldn’t stand looking in the mirror. It spiraled into thoughts of suicide and lack of self-awareness. Depression made me believe that I wasn’t special and that I couldn’t make any sort of difference, so why try? It wasn’t until I found myself actually standing by the train tracks, losing my silent mental battle, that I decided I no longer wanted to live a life full of fear and sadness. I realized that if God didn’t want me here I wouldn’t be here, so I might as well stay.
There I talked about it! I’m not telling my story to get any sort of sympathy or recognition. I want to help. If you battle with depression for any reason, please seek help. It doesn’t make you look weak to get help. Don’t wait until it’s too late!
Don’t Let Depression Win!
Whatever you do, don’t let depression win. It cannot rule your life unless you give it the power.
Go Live Your Life!
“You’re Allowed To Scream, You’re Allowed To Cry, But Don’t Give Up.”– Unknown
Some of the best advice I’ve heard was to get up and start with a shower. Surround yourself with what makes you happy whether it be friends, candles, colorful things, etc. If you’re not the type to go outside, do it! Be thankful for everything. The trees, the ground, kids playing, birds chirping. It’ll be hard at first to see the beauty in things, but the more you practice the more it’ll become a permanent habit.
I like to do yoga and to walk. This helps keeps the stress down (which can contribute to my depression) and clears my mind so that I can focus. I’m also not afraid to say I need a day. Sometimes you’re not going to feel like pushing through and it’ll be a tough fight. Take a breath and don’t push yourself past what you can handle.
You Are Not Alone!
There are more people out there like you than you think! Look around you, almost everyone is wrestling with something. The thoughts in your mind will try and isolate you and make you think that no one else can relate to you.
You Are Not Alone!
I see you and I support you. Keep going, you got this and don’t ever let anyone tell you different. This journey is rough and hard enough as it, the least we can do is stick together. Depression is real and your thoughts and feelings are valid. I’ve gone through it and I’m sure there are plenty of other black men and women who have as well.
Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading! I’m such a reader that it excites me to be the one writing for other people. Also, I’m still working out the kinks here so everything you see here is a work in progress lol. I’m working on making it more visually appealing. Remember posts are every Monday and Wednesday!