One for My Baby (And One More for the Road) | Three


Some days are good days. Then there are days like today. Where it feels like everything is broken and nothing can be fixed. You know that old saying “don’t fix what isn’t broken”- well if there’s a proper feeling of being broken, that’s where I’m at right now. And no one if offering to fix anything.

It’s one of the most shameful things in our society I think. The fact that we mourn deaths of people who have died from suicide and depression, yet when people say they are depressed, we reply with “nah, you’re just overreacting.” How can we ever hope to put all these tragic deaths of people of all ages to an end, when we won’t even give them the simple courteously of believing that what they’re going through is real.

When you’re bleeding, someone doesn’t come up to you and say “you must just be imagining this, everything is really okay.” Yet numerous people, myself included, when we mention anything related to stress, anxiety, and depression, a response is given saying “yeah, well the world is crappy- so just deal with it.” What kind of sense is that?

So, we mourn the deaths of people who have fallen. Robin Williams. Marilyn Monroe. Kurt Cobain. And so many others who only in death, get the proper support for depression.

I’m not saying it’s easy. With the way we talk so passively about mental illness –  oh, that’s so depressing, or you gave me a panic attack! – it’s hard to truly understand what depression is and whether or not you have it. But let me say this.

Feeling empty inside is not natural. Feeling no motivation to do anything is not natural. Loosing sleep is not natural. Having panic attacks are not natural. Wanting to kill yourself and/or die is not natural. Wanting to simply not live, because of the extreme weight you feel everyday is not natural.

So no matter what anyone says, this isn’t their disorder or illness it’s yours. It’s your life. And if you’re someone who hasn’t struggled with this, but know someone who has then, be a decent human being and give them some fucking support for what they’re going through. Don’t ask them to explain themselves or their illness. Love them, help them, and be there for them.




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