When you’re depressed, there is this temptation to want to give in; to see yourself as someone tragic, yet unworthy, so you might as well just make it worse. Maybe you can lose everything and end up on the street.
It may not be such a clear vision for most people, but perhaps people can imagine and urge to self-destruct. Depression does that to you.
When I was depressed, I thought about alcohol, but in my case it was just a kind of theoretical thought, since I don’t like the stuff all that much. I didn’t like the idea of illegal drugs, either, because I have no experience with them. Marijuana didn’t appear because it just makes me sleepy.
I thought I could manage to destroy my life on my own without the help of any other substances. In a way, it was easier to see my life as hopeless, because the depression made it impossible to think of anything good.
It’s funny. Just when I think I’ve got it right, it goes wrong. Or maybe it’s just the season.
Let’s say I’m in self-destructive mode again. It’s different this time because I know what I’m doing, and I know all the lies I say about myself. I think it becomes easier to see myself as being a pathetic, worthless asshole, because then it’s hard to get worse.
I can remember a time—only a month ago, when I felt good about myself. But all it takes is a little or big mistake and….
Hey! Guess what? I don’t want to see a psychiatrist either. I don’t want to mess with my meds. I want to see what I can do on my own, because they last time I changed, it was something I feel like I could have handled on my own, if I had not given in so soon. I’m just impatient. I want results yesterday. It’ll blow over.
I never can take my own advice. That’s probably a good thing. My advice sucks.
See how it goes? See how you start to see the world through an inside-out mirror? Perspective is warped; up is down; and you don’t know who the hell you are any more.
Do you like pain? Depression has a funny way of making you like it even as you hate it. See a doctor, @tedd. See a fucking doctor.