Hello Yeah-Nah, I've read all the replies and know exactly what you are saying, this depression finds no joy in being able to do what we once loved to do, we don't care nor do we give any concern because this illness is just too strong as it controls how we think every moment of every day, and for example, if you give a lady a bunch of flowers while she is depressed would she be overjoyed and so appreciative, no, you might as well hand her a bunch of plastic flowers, they mean zilch.
We want to talk with our friends, but two problems may arise, where are they and do they actually care, probably not, so they disappear, they're not interested and have no idea on what they say will ever help us and vanish with no further contact, that's certainly not what we want, cause we always help them, so why don't they do the same for us.
That's an awful reality we learn along the way, and if they do come back to us expecting us to help them with their own problem, they get a cool reception and understandably.
Thankfully here, we're talking with those who have experienced similar circumstances and certainly don't push people away, because we know when it's so hard to fill the kettle up and turn it on, just couldn't be bothered.
Take care.
Geoff.
