Confession – the Morning After

So, it’s Throwback Thursday, and I’m too exhausted to write what’s really on my heart, but this is a close approximation. Thank you to you all — Everyone who reached out last night and this morning. Here’s a reminder of what mental illness looks like. I’d like to think I’m a lovable human being. Sometimes the cost of my madness is, well — madness.

dilettante factory

Here is a brief primer on how to deal with depressed people who vomit their depression all over you, much like I did last night.

First, I should clarify that I’m speaking primarily for myself — no one elected me spokeswoman for all depressed people everywhere, and thank dog, am I right? Who wants that responsibility?

What has two thumbs and doesn’t want that responsibility?

So… things you need to understand. I don’t need you to fix me. I mean, I’d love it if you could, but you can’t, because I’m not even sure what that would look like — like I said, I’m so far gone that objectivity has been defenestrated long ago, and I can’t even remember what better would look like.

I don’t want your pity, and I’m not just looking for attention. And I understand that what I do need requires effort on your part, and…

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5 responses to “Confession – the Morning After

  1. Yeah, what she ^^ said. 😉 In the meantime, Helena, I’ve read your stuff long enough to know that you’re “on this.” However, having shared similar “stuff” for a long time now, I wanted to share this. I’ve recently started working with a certified (that’s important) Myofascial Release Specialist (MFR is the the work) and it is AMAZING! Years of therapy, and other work and the breakthroughs here are stunning. The one thing she says every time, that really stops me dead and pulls me forward is this: ANY one can heal. The mere idea that my big wreck of a body and psyche can heal is so empowering and hopeful. I’m not saying that you need this, or that one size fits all, but the idea that we can all heal… is reassuring, when, like you, I fall back into a hole. (( hugs ))

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