It can be challenging to communicate mental health issues, and their impact, to people who don't deal with them. Anxiety is more just than fear. Depression is more than just sadness. But how do you assign words to them that make sense to other people?
Recently, when my depression was flaring, I started to think of it this way. Depression is like a ravine. You fall into it. Someone may throw you a rope to pull yourself up (meds, therapy, etc). You pull yourself, and you're able to get to a safe spot, maybe six feet below the road. It's secure enough for you to move forward. You can communicate with people on the road above, and there are even people on your level, sometimes. And then occasionally, you fall again. And hopefully, someone throws you a rope again and you can climb back to your level. But each time you have to climb, the climb gets more exhausting. It gets harder to muster the energy to climb. And you can feel hopeless. Hopeless that you'll be climbing forever. Hopeless that you'll never actually get to the road again. AND depression lies to you. It tells you that you can't get there. It tells you that you don't matter enough to try. Sometimes, it might even tell you people would be better off without you. It plays dirty. And it is exhausting. And it steals your joy, your passion, and your energy.
So, even though the climb can feel impossible, it's essential to keep trying. And it's incredibly satisfying to get to your level, or better yet, the road. Keep climbing. You CAN do this.
