My name is foo and I am depressed. For those of you who suffer from depression, or have in the past, or know someone close who is going through it, you probably know that most of the time other ‘normal’ people do not want to talk to you about it. At least that’s what I experience whenever I try to broach the subject with anyone other than my wife.
People who aren’t depressed usually don’t want to hear about your mental problems. Mental illness is one of those subjects that instantly makes people clam up and turns the atmosphere in the room sour. I have been struggling with this for some time now, and a close friend suggested that I start a blog to use as an outlet or just to vent. ‘Sure that sounds like a good idea!’ I thought to myself on a day where my mental brain was not actively trying to destroy me. I figured even just the act of writing stuff out that I want to get off my chest might be therapeutic in some way. So I told my friend I was going to do what he suggested.
It took me 4 months to follow through on his advice. Some of you fellow depressos will no doubt understand why; at times the illness can kill your motivation for pretty much everything.
So here it is, I’ve started it. I have no idea if it’s going to help me or if anyone is even going to read it but I figured fuck it, worth a shot. My aim is to update whenever I feel like it and to be as honest as possible about what’s on my mind, whether it’s about depression or something else.
Here goes nothing.