Who really thinks depression is fake? Whoever you are, you are mistaken.
Depression is as real as any sickness. There are just fewer outward signs. There’s hardly any vomiting.
It’s a struggle every day to keep the depression at bay. Every day. Lately, I don’t feel much like getting out of bed. I’m not sure if it’s depression yet but it could be. I recognize this sign so I try to do something constructive when I get out of bed. Whatever keeps me out of bed works. Housework, blogging, craft projects, photography, yoga . . . as long as it keeps me active. The further away from depression that I can get, the better.
On most days, I absolutely do not want to leave the house. Yet, I have a schedule that requires me to leave the house every day. It’s a cruel joke, isn’t it? However, getting out of the house is good for me. It means that I have to drink coffee, shower and put on something besides my night owl pajamas.
When I have a set back in life, I give myself very little time to pout. One evening and then it’s time to move on and get it together.
This quote from Elizabeth Taylor is my motto on quite a few days. My drink is usually coffee but lipstick is sometimes the cure for what ails me.