"Depression is the grand imposter -- posing as all powerful. It can be defeated, every time, if you or the person you care about confronts it like the grand imposter that it is."
I read the quote above in an article today, and it stuck with me. So brief, but so much truth. To many, depression is just "a case of the downers", or "a mood" that someone can just snap out of. Just stop worrying all of the time, they tell you. Try to focus on the positive, they say. And all that you want to do is scream at the top of your lungs "Do you really think I WANT to feel this way?!?!?". It's not about snapping out of it, or getting in a better mood. It's a chemical imbalance in the person's body that causes them to, in various ways, lose touch with reality. The extremes vary.
I started my own battle with depression years ago. I have never really been ashamed of it, because it is out of my control. But what I can control is making sure I get the help I need. Whether it is medication, counselling, a combination of both, or something else - there is help out there for you if you need it. Don't wait. Don't put it off another day. You are not alone. There are other people who can relate to how you are feeling. Possibly your friend or neighbor, coworker or teammate. Maybe your pastor. Or your classmate. Or that celebrity you have watched for years on television and in movies. Depression does not discriminate. It impacts people from all walks of life. But we need to fight. Don't try to do it alone. It doesn't work. Get help. Talk to someone. Call a hotline. Whatever you need to do. Just do it now. There is nothing wrong with you. It's not your fault. And yes, people would miss you if you weren't around any longer. I would miss you.
Don't stop fighting. No matter what.
Monday, August 11, 2014
9,125 days. 1,300 weeks. 300 months. 25 years. Wait...............what?!?! Has it really been that long? This past weekend was marked by the UA 25-Year Class Reunion. I was only able to attend one night of the two-night affair, but it was great to see those that were able to make it. It was held in our old gym, and we got to walk the halls of the new building, which I have some very fuzzy memories of. The school closed several years ago, and is now used as part of Benedictine University's campus, so it does not look the same. But it was still good to be back. The one thing I realize every time the class of 1989 gets back together, is how close we all were and how fortunate I am to be a part of this wonderful group of people. I only wish there had been more time to talk and catch up with everyone. It was great hearing about what everyone is up to, what their kids are doing, etc. I have always enjoyed being around the people I went to high school with, and have come to appreciate each of them more over the years. And Leigh has gotten to know many of them as well, so it's neat to share that with her. It was a small turnout, and if you're reading this and are part of the Class of '89 but couldn't make it, you were missed. I would love to spend more time with anyone in the class that is in or near Springfield, or if you live out of town and are passing through, look me up. Or Springfield peeps, maybe we can do a local outing at a park so the kids can join as well. Here's to the Class of 1989!