Hello everyone I recently started a journal about living with my
depression and anxiety. I was a little ashamed of it, and considered
deleting it, but a friend of mine who is a psychiatrist suggested
sharing it here. I was going to paste the whole po...
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Hello everyone I recently started a journal about living with my
depression and anxiety. I was a little ashamed of it, and considered
deleting it, but a friend of mine who is a psychiatrist suggested
sharing it here. I was going to paste the whole post here but it's too
long and I'm not able to so only the opening is below. I really hope
that I can work through my own problems while helping others to
understand that they are not alone, so I'm happy for anyone to share
this content with friends who might be suffering depression but don't
want to be involved in the forum personally. ----Hello, World.I decided
to start this blog, because today it took me 8 hours and 19 minutes from
the time I woke up to drag myself out of the house and go for a walk. 8
hours. And 19 minutes.Last night, I’d jokingly said to my partner that
my intentions today were to go for a run, but who knew how that was
going to go! In the morning, the joke became self-mocking reality as I
dragged myself out of bed with my feet seemingly encased in invisible
concrete blocks.A weak voice flitted through my head stating that I
should go for a walk straight away so the rest of my day would get a
productivity boost, and maybe I could even go for two today since I had
time! Instead I found myself seated in front of my computer, hating
myself a little more as every minute passed, and with every ounce of
hatred the effort required grew and grew until simply putting on clothes
and walking outside seemed like an impossible task.“Life is OK, I
guess”I’m sure, if you’re reading this, you’ve had days like this too.
And maybe, like me, you don’t feel entitled to even feel this way.I just
want to state, candidly, that I have nothing to complain about. From
outward appearances, I am a well-educated, reasonably successful,
middle-class first-world citizen. I have a full time management-level
job, went to a good high school, have a tertiary education, a roof over
my head, a nice car, and enough food to get a little bit fat. I have
good friends, and family and a partner who love me.To the outside eye, I
have nothing much to complain about... and don’t seem to exhibit any
symptoms of being depressed. Anxiety is probably a little more
obvious... But the fact that I have nothing to complain about just makes
me all the more self critical. I don’t deserve to be unhappy.