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Statistically, people who suffer from depression reach
bottom during the December Holidays. These statistics
have remained the same for many years that have gone by. Reports
of suicide, attempted suicide, acting our anxious behavior, overdosing
on drugs and the list goes on. I suppose the simplest reason one
could give is Holidays are supposed to be a tradition when everyone
is celebrating. When you are depressed in June, there’s not a
lot to celebrate. However, December is a special month for everyone
– except those who can’t celebrate because they are focused on
all that has gone wrong with their lives. I have said in many
of my postings that I currently suffer from a deep depression.
I have for several years but I don’t want to die. I want to live
but I don’t find life easy to live. I’ll admit that it is an everyday
struggle. That’s why I am a strong believer in depressed people
speaking with depressed people. Your Psychiatrist will be celebrating
while you might want to spend the day in bed. Like many of you,
I have to fight the shackles of depression every day of my life.
It is never easy but many of us have found ways to compensate
for what we know lies ahead. I’m hoping that this site will bring
many of us new ways of coping with the upcoming holidays.
Let me share with everyone what I am planning for the
Holidays so that I can remain sane. I realized that surrounding
yourself with family can sometimes make matters worse. Everyone
wants to have a nice time but they know that you can’t. As a result,
everyone crowds around you in a way that makes you feel like a
freak; at least that’s the way it is for me. The best Holidays
I have had were when it snowed. I ran about open park land in
a frivolously way until I was so tired I flopped in the snow as
I looked up at the sky and began dreaming of the times in the
past when my life was filled with wild inhibition. I never left
the house without a list of things I was going to do regardless
of my mood. Most of the time, my day started by attending a religious
service in a town far enough away where I wouldn’t see anyone
who would shorten my list. Afterwards, I would drive for miles
with the radio blasting with Holiday music. I would play it so
loud that my mind focused on the noise and not the thoughts that
would normally run through my mind. As I wandered into nowhere
land I would check my list and on occasion I would see something
that wasn’t on my list so I took a detour. I have gone to a movie
that was filled with laughter and nothing that was sad. You wouldn’t
find me at “The Grinch That Stole Christmas”. I would often stop
just to snack. Even if I wasn’t hungry, I would stop at a rest
stop and buy a bar of candy. I would never start my day unless
my list was endless. For me to complete my list or a variation
of that list, I would be strolling back home too tired to feel
depressed. My one and only goal for these special Holidays was
to SPOIL MYSELF. I was going to be the biggest brat who ever lived.
I didn’t care about bad weather, traffic, or what was going on
in anyone’s home. This Holiday was all about me and it wasn’t
going to end until my list was completely crossed off and I was
so tired that I had to crawl into bed. As one depressed person
to another, I can tell you that my list keeps me from being another
statistic.
Depression only know by those who suffer from depression. Talk
to others who either suffer from or have been cured of depression.
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