I Am Sorry
I have never understood depression. I did not comprehend how someone’s mind could
control them in such a fashion that they could not function or go to work. How
could depression stop you from providing for your family? Growing up in a single parent household my Mom knew
that if she did not work, we would not survive. It was, what it was.
I have met hundreds of people who suffer from depression. I have watched how the disease eats away at their self esteem and their core. I would listen to their stories. Some had lived with their depression since childhood while others had it triggered through a life event.
My empathy was grounded in ignorance.
It gets worse.
In my opinion I did not have the privilege of being depressed. Yes. I said that, more than once. That statement is vile. It is ugly. It is abhorrent. I am sorry.
The universe has ways to show us contrasting landscapes. Sometimes we fight the lesson set out before us. Sometimes we hide in our bias. Sometimes we coat ourselves in our…
I have met hundreds of people who suffer from depression. I have watched how the disease eats away at their self esteem and their core. I would listen to their stories. Some had lived with their depression since childhood while others had it triggered through a life event.
My empathy was grounded in ignorance.
It gets worse.
In my opinion I did not have the privilege of being depressed. Yes. I said that, more than once. That statement is vile. It is ugly. It is abhorrent. I am sorry.
The universe has ways to show us contrasting landscapes. Sometimes we fight the lesson set out before us. Sometimes we hide in our bias. Sometimes we coat ourselves in our…
