Just Something I Needed To Say
This is just going to be a small post I wanted to make before I update. I have been feeling upset and depressed over life in general and the horrible people in my life. After coming to terms with my doctor, I have discovered that I am a cynic. I used to be so nice and sweet to others but that all changed when I became depressed with who I was and who I wasn't. I tried my best in doing what made me happy but now I don't even know what that is anymore. I don't know what I want to do in life and who I want to be. I don't even know what I want to eat for dinner, so why should I have to know what I want to spend the rest of my life doing?
But the thing that really bothers me is how people react to others who are depressed. The fact that they can just ridicule them and brush away their problems with a wave of a hand. Just because someone smiles doesn't mean that they mean it. Just because someone says they're okay doesn't make it true.
Telling someone they can't be sad just because someone else has it worse is like telling someone they can't be happy because someone else has it better. The only thing keeping me sane is knowing that I am the protagonist of my life and maybe the love interest of someone else's story. Maybe I am the supporting character to someone else's life. Maybe I'm the person who unintentionally changes someone's life around for the better.
And that makes it okay. It make life worth living.
It makes being depressed just a tad bit better.
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