Saturday, March 22, 2014


I recently discovered this hashtag on Twitter: #depressionlies

That. Is. The. Truth.

Depression is a dark, ugly insidious creature that lives inside some of us. Well, maybe inside most of us at one point or another. But for some of us, depression has a permanent residence somewhere deep inside our psyche. We may need medication for it. We may need counseling. Sometimes, we may just need a scream-fest, an exercise-fest, a chocolate-fest, or in some cases, a good old-fashioned sex-fest.  (Sorry if you border on the prudish and I offended you with that comment. However, I do only recommend this approach with your husband or wife.)

The hardest part about depression is the feeling of being completely alone. This is where the lie comes in:  that voice inside our heads that tells us we're freaks, that “normal” people can deal with their problems, that we are the only ones who have these feelings and that it's best to not share any of our innermost turmoil with anyone else because they will immediately distance themselves from us because we are, I remind you, freaks.

The second hardest part about depression is encountering people who just don't understand it. The people who will tell us to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps. The ones who say, “Look at the bright side” or “Count your blessings” or “Things could be worse.” These are the people we want to punch in the face because they are, pardon my French, complete morons.

Depression is a real, medical, chemical condition. It is not just “the blues” which we all encounter from time to time. It attacks us when we least expect it, and it will often abuse us as the delicate balances of life are often thrown off; things like sleep, blood sugar, medications, exercise, sunlight, and yes, sometimes, circumstances.

I am almost constantly aware of my blessings: An amazingly patient and understanding husband, pretty cool kids who also happen to brilliant, creative and funny, extraordinary friends who help me in physical, practical, emotional and spiritual ways. Those blessings are only the tip of the iceberg.   However, I can be keenly aware of my blessings and still fall into depression when the chemicals in my brain get thrown off.

Sometimes, it only takes a few good nights' sleep to shake off a depressive episode. Sometimes it takes much longer.

One of my favorite songs ever is Demons by Imagine Dragons. If I could have played this song before my husband and I were married, I would have used it as a warning to him: “Don't get too close, it's dark inside.” But I'm blessed that he married me and has been an absolute rock in spite of the violent turbulence that sometimes shakes our life as a result of my depression.

If you suffer from depression, please remember #depression lies. And you are NOT alone.


  1. I think it must be very hard to understand this particular kind of thing if you have not experienced it. I don't really understand depression, but I did have a whopper of an anxiety episode one time that had me nearly frozen into immobility. Ironically, even my husband, who suffers from depression, couldn't really "believe" in it. Praise God for psychiatrists and meds.

  2. am fortunate in that while i hit depression a few times over the years it seldom hangs for more than a few months and manages itself away.

    would definitely explore the sex therapy thing if it were any sort of possibility but alas tis not. truth be told the two things may be related every now and then. just maybe

    1. tried to reply once, but it didn't take, I guess.

      Anyway, another of my absolute ROCKS is Jenn, the wife of Craig, from Running in the Yard Next Door fame. If she wasn't right across the street, I don't know what I'd do! Friends who understand are essential.

      Glad you're not prone to depression as I am - it really sucks!

    2. Really? Wow, must be kinda cool living across from such people as they.

    3. They are a pretty amazing family. And our kids do a whole lot of running in the yard next door! :D

  3. now if I were really a good friend to craig i'da had some great prank for you to play on him in honor of tomorry. alas, i have but failed.

    and long gone are the days when you can 'safely make an anonymous call to the cops to elicit a visit just for fun. an opportunity lost.

    1. My oldest daughter is very close with Craig's youngest son. Actually all my kids are friends with him, but they have been OBSESSING about what kind of prank to play on Matthew, so when they come up with something, I'll tell them to include Craig. Although that might end up with children being grounded!

    2. exceptional ... and kids being grounded? always a good thing .... ;)


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