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Doc, you said that there is a time and place for talking about the pink elephant in the room. Well, since Hot Damn brought it to the place, I just found that it was the time.
Having depression is a bitch if someone hasn't had it and if you have it or are suffering from it, only you and those that have it know what you're talking about.
When you find yourself having bad days, weeks, months, and eventually years, you begin to experience SERIOUS bouts of insomnia, have SEVERE weight gain/loss, begin to THINK, PLAN, DAYDREAM about suicide, and FEEL completely hopeless, HELL talking about it with ANYONE who is experiencing the same thing as you is the BEGINNING of a break for you!
You don't begin to feel like you are truly in a room filled with people screaming at the top of your lungs, yet you seem, feel, think, and believe that you are invisible. Having been there, right after my Grandfather died, in college, after one of my aunts died, having an uncle die, having my mom in the hospital, having another grandparent die, and losing a job or 2, hell it was amazing that I didn't jump, throw, put the bullet in the gun, etc during those times in my life. THAT'S what DEPRESSION does to you! If you can have someone begin to talk about it, then they tell you what they did to help them, that's how you begin to get the help for yourself that you need.
Yes, sometimes, you need someone to pull you aside and say, "hey (fill in the name) you ain't looking, thinking, acting right. What's wrong?" That may be a person who has been there before and KNOWS what you are going through and can help to guide you along with path of getting yourself help.
I wish that after my Grandfather had died, I would have gotten professional help at that time. My help came from God one dreadful day. Yes, when my thoughts lead my down a crazy ass path. But in the time and place, it's about being able to say, hey this is what happened to me, and before you get there, this is what I think that you should do because it may/might begin to help you.
It's just like when people go to see a psychologist, psychiatrist (?), social worker, therapist, they go unwillingly at first because someone noticed something was wrong with them. They go because someone helped in getting them there.
People might think that I'm embarrassed about what my depression has lead me to think, no I'm not. Because if someone reading this can say, hey, I'm feeling/I've felt that way, and they can see that they can get the help for themselves, then I am all for telling my story.
If you can come to a board and talk about everything else under the sun, then why can't depression be a part of that discussion as well.
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