A Little Here… and a Little There

Help comes in many forms.  It can sneak up on you from unexpected places.  We have to be aware, and be receptive for when it comes along.

Just when I was wondering if my Blog was of any real value, if it mattered at all… someone comes along, and reads the entire thing… every Blog!  Suddenly, I feel a nice contact, and a bit more reassured.  Little things matter.

Thank you to all the bringers of goodness, and peace.

Those of us who hide, have a hard time reaching out.  We have a hard time making contact even when we do.  But when we do, it can be a wondrous thing.

Realworlders

That is the secret name depressives use for people who do not suffer from depression.  There is a secret handshake too, but I can not show you that here.

I have written a lot about what depression does, and what it is like… but I am going to turn the tables a bit here, and I have some semi-quasi-pseudo-harsh words for my fell depressives.

Okay people… we all know Realworlders do not understand depression.  And they can not really be expected to.  So it is up to us to convince them that what we have is real.  Most Realworlders do not hear directly about depression from anyone… and most of the rest hear from very few or only one person.

So… time to get up off you butts (when you are not too depressed) and tell people about it!  How can the Normals learn to accept our behaviors if we do not share with the people close to us how we feel!

Now I do not expect a bunch of you to start Blogs or anything, but chime in for cryin’ out loud!  Say “Me too!” sometimes!  If we do not educate the Realworlders, who will??  We have to stand up for each other, and let those other folks know that these are things we do share, and do know about.

And it may be a case of “I am depressive, hear me whimper!” but if that’s all ya got, then let it roar! 

When a Realworlder hears about the debilitating aspects of depression, they may not get it, but if they hear that message repeated enough, from enough different sources, they may get to accept it!

So stand up, and be counted.  Even if you have to do it anonymously… be heard!!!

The Pit…

Almost everyone who reads this will try to understand it, and most will think they have done that.

But they do not.  And there is a very simple reason for that – they have not been there.  If you have not been in the Pit, then they can not fully understand.  That does not mean they can not help.  They just don’t get it.

Everyone who has been there knows what the Pit is.  There are other names for it… but they all mean the same thing.

It is a deep dark place, that holds no hope, no potential, no future, no chance of help, no-one to share, it is a place of total isolation.  There is a vacuum of emotion, and a lose of how one could feel.  It is nothingness personified.

I am talking about the depths of where the human mind can drop… not morally… not spiritually… not even intellectually… but it is just a Pit… with no way out, except time.  We wait for time to rescue us.