Sometimes you just don’t want to face the world. Sometimes it’s difficult to do the simplest of things. Getting out of bed is an obstacle of Everest proportions, while breakfast, lunch or purposeful activity is nothing more than a vague dream. This is just one of the reasons that I’ve started this blog. It’s not just a case of my getting thoughts out of my head and into the world. It’s not a simple desire to share my experiences. Sometimes, I think it’s just a case of convincing myself that depression is real, that it exists and that I am suffocating under its savage blanket.
Depression Exists for me.
This is a bit of a ramble but that’s my state of mind right now. A little vague, a little random and quite a bit scared. That’s what depression is all about though, isn’t it? The inability to face the world, and a destruction of self-confidence of the most obscene level.
Did you know that from puberty onwards, women are twice as likely to experience depression than men? And that around one in six Australian men suffer from depression at any given time? That is a lot of people in the same boat. I think talking about it helps. For more information go to beyondblue.