This shit is not a fairy tale. Depression doesn't just go away even when you feel awesome for 5 days in a row for having the most meaningful job you've ever had. There is a point on the way, where depression is not an explanation of 'how you feel' anymore. It's a part of 'who you are'. The more you
ignore it, the bigger gets the part.
So no.
As you see, it's not fine to stop taking your meds on time. It's not fine to 'forget' them. Stop pretending that your life is too exciting for you to remember taking them with breakfast because all you're thinking of is the Arabic sentences you learned at school yesterday and you want to use them today. Bullshit. You remember. On each and every breakfast, each and every dinner, you are secretly afraid of not taking them even in this heaven you are living in. You are clinging to that little ray of hope that makes its way to your thoughts and makes you think "Maybe it's just the situation. Maybe I don't really need them." So you try it. Casually. You 'forget' them here and there...
And now look at you. 3 days, and 'back to black'.
So no.
This shit is not a fairy tale. Depression doesn't just go away because you are on your fantastic journey across the ocean to find meaning in what you do. Fuck it. See? This is why getting rid of all the myths and bullshit about depression in the media and public opinion is so fucking hard. Even I, after 8 months of struggling with the fucking reality of it, am willing to buy into the myths. Oh boy the myths are so much more convenient to deal with.
My depression is a shapeshifter
One day it's as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear
The next it's the bear
On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone
I call the bad days "the Dark Days"
ignore it, the bigger gets the part.
So no.
As you see, it's not fine to stop taking your meds on time. It's not fine to 'forget' them. Stop pretending that your life is too exciting for you to remember taking them with breakfast because all you're thinking of is the Arabic sentences you learned at school yesterday and you want to use them today. Bullshit. You remember. On each and every breakfast, each and every dinner, you are secretly afraid of not taking them even in this heaven you are living in. You are clinging to that little ray of hope that makes its way to your thoughts and makes you think "Maybe it's just the situation. Maybe I don't really need them." So you try it. Casually. You 'forget' them here and there...
And now look at you. 3 days, and 'back to black'.
So no.
This shit is not a fairy tale. Depression doesn't just go away because you are on your fantastic journey across the ocean to find meaning in what you do. Fuck it. See? This is why getting rid of all the myths and bullshit about depression in the media and public opinion is so fucking hard. Even I, after 8 months of struggling with the fucking reality of it, am willing to buy into the myths. Oh boy the myths are so much more convenient to deal with.
My depression is a shapeshifter
One day it's as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear
The next it's the bear
On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone
I call the bad days "the Dark Days"
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