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I Guess He’s Happy to (Still) See Me

You know how in the movies when a character picks up a long lost friend or lover from the airport, and they spot them from afar and begin waving frantically and dramatically, with a wide, shit-eating grin on their face, because it’s just been so long and they’ve been so far away from each other, they can’t contain their enthusiasm?

That’s how Eric waves to me when I’m in bed and he’s on the couch.

We live in a studio.

 

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Everything is Subjective

Eric, bless his soul, offered to escort me on today’s walk/jog, as he could see, thanks to a current low-level bout with depression, I was struggling to get started. 

Three minutes in…  

Me <internally>: This fucking sucks. I hate that I can’t run. I hate that all I can get my body to do is this pathetic, sluggish, barely-trot. 

Eric (bouncing along next to me, 100% genuine and full of enthusiasm): “Wait– isn’t this running?”

 

No.  

Depression Is a Real Illness

Well-meaning friend, after reading about my current struggle with Depression :

“You’re depressed? But you have Eric now!”

Yeah, and you know what’s weird? Eric has me now, yet he STILL struggles with Diabetes!

Depression is a real illness.

And as with any real illness, love and support is undeniably helpful, but it is not a cure.

I think as soon as we stop thinking of Depression as something that can be fixed with a loving relationship, a fun night on the town, or a day in the sunshine, the sooner people will feel comfortable coming forward with their struggle and getting the actual help– the medical help– they need.

Let’s change the conversation.

And if you’re not sure how, start here.

 

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