This is going to be a deviation from the nutrition stuff I normally post. I am not going to use pictures, and I will try to keep it brief. I will also try to be funny, because I know that depression is a… uhm… depressing issue. More or less I am going to try to recount some of my bigger issues that happened during my depression spells that have come and gone over the years. There are going to be a LOT of posts. Abandon hope, ye who enter in.
I remember being diagnosed with depression when I was in fourth grade. I was about ten at the time, when some asshole came up to me, and beat the shit out of my pathetic little child body. That asshole is named “Puberty,” and can go fuck itself. I am pretty sure that once my hormones went crazy, I did too. I remember a lot of mood swings. Like, A LOT. How my parents put up with me, I have no idea.
I had problems of self-worth and I felt like I was hated in my class. That’s the thing with depression, is that you do not think rationally. I mean, granted I was some overly emotional fuckwad, but looking back nobody really hated me that I know of. I was able to get out of school because I was not feeling well, so I guess that is a plus. Eventually, I went to counselling, to workout whatever problems I had. It seemed to help somewhat. I wasn’t put on medication, but I was able to work out some familial issues, and see more of why I shouldn’t put so much of my self-worth on my classmate’s approval. It seems that lesson also worked out pretty well in the long run, since I am a no-fucks-given asshole who listens to too much metal (like there is a thing as that), and is an academic powerhouse when compared to some of my peers in grade school.
Sorry THIS story is so brief, but give me SOME credit, I am remembering details from eleven years ago. I mean, shit, I can hardly remember things that happened last week. They should get more detailed, and probably longer, as time goes on. And also more relevant to nutrition. So for now, I guess this is more of a wellness promotion.
I guess the moral of the story here is society needs to stop being dumb with the connotation of mental health. If you need assistance, ask for it. If people ridicule you for it, then they are just assholes who need to get a life. If your body is sick, you go to a doctor. By that logic, if your mental state is sick, please, go to a psychological professional, like a therapist of psychologist or something.