Something to look out for in people you care about. These can be helpful in helping determine when a person has gone beyond a bad day, or is simply dealing with a sad event, and has moved into depression that is affecting their ability to function.
As you know, I’ve been quick to share links and even write about what your depressed friends need, and how to help people struggling with their own mental health. What I’ve come to realize more and more is that I am also struggling, and failing at being a very good friend for many of these same reasons. I’m burned out, I’m tired, I have little mental energy beyond just getting through each workday, and taking care of myself, for reaching out, chatting, or virtually meeting up with people.
In short, I am experiencing exactly what Annie is talking about. I want to reach out and be supportive to my friends, but I haven’t recognized my own struggles. No, I don’t believe I am depressed in a major way, but I’m definitely suffering from anxiety, stress, and it’s exhausting me.
That makes it hard to be the supportive one in any relationship, even though I want to be.
To combat that, I’m going to be reviewing this article a few times, and thinking about how I might still be supportive, and how maybe people in my life be supportive of each other.
It’s not just that surviving a traumatic childhood prevents us from learning various things in childhood that we need to learn later in life to be successful. It’s also possible that our brains aren’t developing correctly: “In brain scans from the people who lived with high stress as children, Birn and Pollak could see a…
This is a bit of an older article, but I found it interesting because I was actually having a similar conversation earlier this week. “The prevailing idea is that interventions are needed to prevent, reduce, or repair the damage done to children who have grown up in high-stress situations. Most interventions are aimed at countering…
Dwade picks out some excellent quotes that have helped. Some of these were familiar to me, other were not. This one though, hit home for me: ““I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don’t know what happens next, afterward.” ~Albert Borris Once again, this one gives me an…
“The case lays bare how toxic and twisted social role of masculinity is. It has relied on the cartoonish cliche of school boys as horny, hormonal messes who always want sex. It caricatures boys as constantly “up for it” to the extent that their ability to consent or not to sexual acts is taken less seriously….
Numb is exactly the word I would use to describe what I felt. I didn’t look sad, and I didn’t cry. I didn’t talk about my negative emotions. I simply felt nothing. I had lost the ability to feel sad, happy, hopeful, angry, etc. Nothing made any difference, and nothing mattered.
Often we describe depression as sadness, and our media depictions are of people looking and acting sad. We can’t forget that there are also times when depression doesn’t look like that, it might look like numbness, and it might look like anger and irritation.