Nobody likes to be depressed. Many don't mind at all being manic...we're on top of the world then, after all. But it's the depression that seems to dictate. Having dealt with MD for over half my life...I dont know. Most times, I don't even truly feel what my brain says I should. I know I'm happy, but I don't feel it like I should. When I'm sad, it's for no reason and I acknowledge it as such. I go through such a day like there's nothing wrong even though my eyes are teeming with tears and people keep asking me what's wrong...Nothing, of course...why burden them...? They don't truly care anyway. People ask what's wrong because they are supposed to, not because they really want to know. Everyone has enough problems, why sincerely invite more?
There are some, though, that stick it out with me... My sister and my best friend...they have been privy to more of my crazy than I would like, but they love me despite.
The "flaws" that move us to hurt move us also to share our pain with others, thereby making others feel less alone and, thereby, becoming a vital link in a chain reaction of, subtle though it may seem, healing.
