Can we have real talk for a minute?
I want to start with, I am very well aware that depression is a real thing. It has rocked me to my core, personally. It took my sisters life and I help people daily in my coaching programs that are being treated for it. I am not a doctor. I do not know your individual situation and in no way am I saying you personally are not truly depressed nor am I encouraging people to “deal” with insurmountable amounts of pain or mental illness without the help of medication.
But I have to get this out...
I have so many people come to me and tell me they are “depressed.”
They have seen doctors (sometimes multiple), and therapists, who have all agreed with the diagnosis and have suggested medication. While I truly believe that medication can be life saving in certain circumstances, there is something very disturbing about all of this in regards to the people I have been speaking with.
You see, every single one of them have experienced a huge life altering event…divorce, rape, miscarriage, loss of a loved one/friend, significant financial changes, change in social dynamic, etc.
Although these changes can occasionally turn into depression if not felt through/processed, most of the time it is not depression.
You are fucking SAD. It is human to feel deep, heart wrenching sadness at times. Especially times when we are grieving…
Grieving a marriage which also comes with grieving the picture you painted for the future of yourself and your family
Grieving the loss of our own power and the safety of our body from being sexually assaulted
Grieving through the thoughts that our bodies are broken because we can’t “do what women are supposed to do” by carrying a child
Grieving the death of someone you loved so deeply and sometimes because of that, questioning and grieving your spiritual knowing and belief system
Grieving the financial security and lifestyle you once had due to an unexpected change in position
Grieving friendships, dealing with betrayal and distrust, and accepting that the people you thought would always be there, are not.
It is sadness that catapults us into brokenness, and not brokenness as in needing to be fixed, but brokenness as in being completely broken OPEN.
Open to not only being able to acknowledge and grow from your own pain, but also being able to acknowledge the pain of others as well. And in those moments, you truly understand the depth of happiness, the longing for intimate personal connections and gratitude for life itself.
Do not let anyone tell you your brain is broken and that you need to take a pill because you are terribly sad and have cried 80 tears instead of the 12 they say is “normal.”
IT IS OK TO NOT BE OK all of the time.
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