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*I am not a psychologist, these are my personal thoughts and ideas, and should be coupled with professional help*



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Depression is very real. It’s touching and taking lives, whether we choose to see it or not. Look at the news. Take a look at the entertainers who’ve gone away. Many of the characters in the movies we watch, and novels we read, are struggling with mental illness within the storylines.

… Gone, whether we “believe” in depression or not.

Today, I will share ten things I believe could be uplifting in hard times.

1. You want to disappear, but you don’t want to wither away for good – nothing permanent. I know.

It’s just that, you hurt. And you need your own pocket in space, where time doesn’t exist. And you want to crawl into that safe space, where you can’t be misunderstood, called upon, or hurt.

Knowing this makes it no easier. Just because you know it’s you, and not others, or maybe partially others, mostly depression, doesn’t make it any easier.

In your fragile state, you want to isolate and remove yourself. And it makes perfect sense, to keep from lashing out, making things worse, the list goes on. But isolating yourself, and allowing your mind to tell you that everyone and everything is against you, will only bury you.

When your mind is clear, write down the things that make you feel happy, peaceful, calm, grateful, useful … you’re in a state of pain and numbness. You need to feel.

Keep the aforementioned list. And even when you don’t want to look at it, as your mind tells you lies and tells you that helping yourself is a waste of energy – energy that you don’t have – you look at that list. Look at it and pick something. Even five minutes of peace, are better than that hell you feel all around you.

I suffered from severe depression for over a decade. My condition deteriorated steadily. I was suicidal. ~Byron Katie

 

2. Everything that happens, you feel it on another level. Some wavelength straight from Satan’s lair. And it’s as if everything is crumbling. It’s as if everything is happening just to make you sink deeper into the ground.

There is truly no way around this. In your every day life, stressors will occur. People will make insensitive comments. People will minimize your feelings. Someone else will claim that they have/have had it worse. There is no way around it.

The only thing you can do, is carve out time for you. It’s hard to think about affirmations when self loathe is your main source of inner monologue. But if you can, as hard as it will be, breathe and distract yourself. Carve out time to distract yourself from, well, yourself.

Distract and distance yourself from any and all unimportant things that will zap your will to – well, remain awake and untethered from your bed.

Distract yourself how?

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Art.

Music.

Read.

Movies.

Silly games on your phone.

If you can manage, activities with people who remind you what it feels like to belly laugh.

Take a look at that list you made in step 1.

“But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily ..” Elizabeth Wurtzel

3. It’s as if you’re alone. Well, not alone, but more like you are hovering over yourself and others.

Deep down, we all know we are not alone. But what we don’t know, is who we can lean on, and if it’s worth it. You know you are not the only person who suffers from depression, but it hurts too much to interact and participate in daily activities. So, what do you do, when your mind has made you a ghost?

I think that it’s important to try to surround yourself with people who understand you. They know you when you’re at your best, and they know when you’re not yourself. They recognize how fragile you are, and not that it’s their job to cater to you, they just want you to feel comfortable. If you want to sit quietly, it’s okay with them. If you want to listen to music, they understand. If you want to observe and smile a vacant smile, they know it’s nothing personal.

That’s just the thing. You need to be able to trust that your loved ones do not take anything that you are experiencing personally. The people you need to encircle you, will not judge, tell you how to feel, throw things in your face, or accuse you of trying to stress them out with your issues.

One in six people suffer depression or a chronic anxiety disorder. These are not the worried well but those in severe mental pain with conditions crippling enough to prevent them living normal lives. Polly Toynbee

4. You’d rather not get out of bed. Why should you, you say to yourself.

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It’s as if the bed sits underwater. And there’s an anchor pulling you down, under the covers, where you’re safe – safe but drowning.

You’re body aches from swimming upstream. Everything hurts from fighting off things and people that may not be against you. Stop. Try to stop. And the same way you are floating above yourself and everything around you, try to step outside of your thoughts. They are your enemy. One step at a time, you can free yourself from those shackles.

If you can stop those paralyzing thoughts long enough to say I’m going to be okay, then the next day, you can …

a. Stop the thoughts long enough to visualize yourself doing one thing – something – that is out of this bed. Even if that something you choose to do, is on the other side of the room, and ..

b. Breathe. Look around. You may feel lost. As if everything is unfamiliar, and you don’t belong. But you do. And you mean something. You mean so much. More than you realize … you’ve got to make yourself realize. It’s up to you. And if you can move yourself out of bed, and breathe, then the next day, you can …

c. Take a long shower. And keep breathing. And what if you pick a spot in a different room, and read or write or listen to or draw something that calms you?

d. Baby steps. Little by little, find your center, and as you find it, keep moving. Keep reaching. Keep searching. A little at a time.

Why do depressed people lie in bed? It isn’t because of great snuggle time under the blankets. It’s because depressed people can’t bring themselves to get out of bed. Almost any activity or task becomes a painful ordeal, even things as simple as taking a shower or getting dressed. Psychology Today

5. It’s as if those who don’t understand, say all the wrong things. Those who have experienced what you’re experiencing, are saying all of the wrong things. Those who haven’t felt this oppressive darkness, tell you to get up, work out, get over it – everyone has bad days. Those who’ve been where you are, may lump your problems together, or tell you that it will get better in a way that is nearly diminishing.

Guess what? Not everyone will understand. Hurts, but not everyone believes you’re as fragile and as broken as you say you are. The only thing you can do, is find a healthy balance between staying centered and picking your battles, keeping your focus on yourself and your recovery, and shielding yourself from the world – including those who know and love you. Please, don’t shield yourself from those who know, love, and want the best for you.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement.” Joyce Meyer

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6. Nothing you do is good enough. You may smile for a day, an hour, minute, second … but there’s no consistency. Everything you accomplish … not good enough. The things you do for others … not good enough. Your reflection … not good enough. Your. Every. Move. And. Thought: Not Good Enough.

I know, it’s not a good time for me to say this. But, I want to say it, anyway: You are more than good enough. There’s no better you than you. It’s so corny, I know, but it’s true. Without you, and your thoughts, and idiosyncrasies, and flaws, and expertise – oh, yes, you are brilliant!  … The world would lose a light. And not just any light. A star. You are so much more than this broken record that plays in your mind, and if you can step outside of what you’re saying to yourself, if only for a moment, little by little, you’ll defeat something evil. And you’ll go on to help the next man/woman who’s drowning.

“Some days, 24 hours is too much to stay put in, so I take the day hour by hour, moment by moment ..” Regina Brett

7. You are sleeping with the enemy. An enemy who whispers to you, that you are worthless. The world is better off without you. Why lie down and go to sleep, when you could sleep for an eternity? Why not use that razor, those scissors, that knife, for better things? It’s not like what you’d inflict on yourself would feel any worse than what’s breaking your heart, right now … so, why not?

Why not? Because you’re here, reading this, and you know, now – please believe me – your wings are fireproof. Covered in dust, singed, a bit bent – but not broken.

You’re a sight to see. Wings and all.

The whispers are addictive, but like any addiction, they’re a lie. And the lies – well, they can’t win. They simply can’t. There’s help. There’s support. It’s a long road, but you’re worth it, and your story, the story inside you – waiting to be told or written – is a miracle.

 

 

 

Now, babysteps … I, your loved ones, want to see you fly.  Hey-you-Yeah-you-Youre

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every now and then, I have to go back to the root of it all.

Why do I spend so much time on something that most would deem silly? How can I put so much into something that may not be … meant to be? Who do I think I am, to believe I could make it as an author, when no one knows who I am, there are so many writers just as, if not much more talented? Who do I think I am, the quiet girl, the introvert, with only less than a handful of people who have time to support this dream that I call my purpose? Just what type of person is crazy enough to put it all out there, keep trying, seeking feedback, hitting doors, hitting walls, picking herself up, and going right back into the unknown — that would be me. And any author (any artist, really) will tell you, it is so difficult, so humbling, so easy to quit, so easy to believe the naysayers, and those who say nothing at all as they, behind smiling eyes, wait for you to plummet.

I have to go back to the root of it all. Why do I spend so much time on something that very well could be … a dead end?

For those who feel caged in, and believe there is no way out, that it will never get better. For those who wake up every morning bruised, and go to bed sore, and out of shame, they don’t say a word to anyone. For those who live a silent battle that no one can see, that no one would believe. No one would believe that their life slips away with every moment … every invisible wound. For anyone who’s said no one understands, no one cares, no one is coming to save me. Anybody who’s been told, either aloud, or through the whispers of their own inner demons, that no one is coming to help. For that girl who has typed “lol” with tears in her eyes. For that girl who’s joked about it, but no one knew, she’d thought about it on lonely nights. She’d planned it all out in her head, and even as she joked, she meant it. For that guy who’s searching the bottom of an empty bottle — hurting himself, hurting others, breaking down, falling a part, giving in, but still fighting. For that guy who has replied “fine,” then gone home, and ended it all.

I have to remind myself, that although I may not reach millions, I might reach a few. That it’s bigger than likes, follow, comments, and shares. I have to remind myself. I have to remember why I am that type of person who is crazy enough to put it all out there, keep trying, seeking feedback, hitting doors, hitting walls, picking herself up, and going right back into the unknown. And I can never say never, but for now, I won’t quit.

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Humming. Now he’s singing. She’s light years away, but she can hear him – the little one, singing his favorite song, “Twinkle twinkle little star … how I wonder where you are …”

She thinks to herself, what you are, not where you are.

She considers correcting him. Instead, she looks away, overwhelmed, and a tear rolls. Where you are, she thinks.

Everyone wonders, asks, admonishes, but no one quite knows. For that word, depression, is more than the “allotted”  moment of grief, a bad day that affected you so deeply you crumbled –  depression is more than the average predator.

It stalks, preys, enters, lies dormant and feasts on all things good. The host knows, but has no choice, truly, but to hover over his/her own physical body and watch as the temple falls and is left in ruins.

There are expectations, commitments, responsibilities, work, people who refuse to understand, all weighing heavy upon an already heavy heart. Blame, judgment, anxiety, confusion, sadness, distortion – please see this monster for what it really is: A predator. You are not weak. You are not to blame. You are not to blame.

You are not to internalize judgment or apathy. You are not to blame for your illness, just as one who is schizophrenic is not to blame for for the hallucination – the voices. You are not to blame.
Clouds will break.
Heart will be healed.
The ones who truly loved you will truly see you and support you.

And when he sings, “Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are …”

You will consider correcting him. Instead, you will smile and sing along. ” … up above the world so high … like a diamond in the sky.”

Know that it will get better. Know that you are not alone. Know that your smile is not gone; it is only hiding, and like the stars, it will twinkle once again, soon.

Thank  you to all who participated, read and commented as we spread a bit of awareness.

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I sit

A poem by

D Thompson

All you gotta’ do is say yes…well I say no. I will sit here and watch my ions detach themselves from me one by one. I will sit here … and watch the loud creations of dust and cob form before mine eye. I will sit and let my bones become disappointed in my lack of energy and sustenance. I will sit and bewilder my interests as they become more interested in me. I will sit and vacate all the colors of white from my pupil. I see a dark tunnel and I will sit and bear down on the thought of infinity…then release the pressure from my breastplate.

Close that tunnel..

seal it with a locket..

leave and abandon

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” .. Have you ever seen the demon/evil one in a horror movie distorting, twitching, and flying into a million pieces? That is how your mind and emotions flow. Painful and all over the place. Trying to make a focused decision when you are depressed is like holding a ten ton weight while fighting to poke a hole through a dark trash bag in search of light.” ~Ey Wade

“I think just the fear of “being an adult” in addition to moving away from painful memories in my past had me stuck in a very sad limbo. Although the “upside” is that most of my most powerful writing comes when I am sad/depressed. It’s a blessing and a curse to be so sensitive.  Depression feels like I’m wearing my heart/feelings on the soles of my feet. Everything hurts. YET IT CAN AND WILL GET BETTER, SO KEEP FIGHTING!!! ~Andrea R. Cunningham

Again, please know that it will get better. Know that you are not alone. Know that your smile is not gone; it is only hiding, and like the stars, it will twinkle once again, soon.

 

(this is a photo from imageafter.com  )

Today, we share part two of  Emiliana Martín’s interview about depression.

Here is the link to Part 1: Depression: Words with Emiliana (Part 1)

 

About Emiliana:

Emiliana  is a second generation American of Puerto Rican descent. From the moment she could hold a writing instrument she has been a writer. She has been a widowed mother of two since her husband died in 2006. She is an incest and ritual abuse survivor diagnosed with major depressive disorder and PTSD.

She’s a woman on a mission. She loves Jesus and wants others to see Jesus is right beside them every step of the way. Emiliana refuses to let life circumstances dictate who she is. She’s been to hell and back, persevered, and doesn’t mind writing about it. It’s been difficult but in the spirit of Psalm 37:25, they, the righteous, have never been forsaken nor had to beg for bread.

This next chapter is full of blank pages. She knows God has BIG plans for her and those plans are just beginning to be revealed. Recently, she heard Danny Silk talk on “Follow your favor.” Her gifting is mass communication. She has no reservations about her abilities. She has always been good at it and others always have noticed. It comes as naturally as breathing.

 

What do you tell family and friends who desperately want to understand and encourage you, but don’t fully understand you? How do you help them realize that they cannot fix you?

Funny you ask this. A friend who is really an acquaintance tried to fix me the other day. She is a busy Silicon Valley executive with her own business. She loves Jesus and when she went on a missions trip to South Africa years ago she was told that she has been called as a prophet. However, she has yet to go to any school of the prophets, learn about and understand her calling and get activated. She’s too busy moving and shaking.

One time I announced I was planning on publishing a book and she suddenly had to hang up the phone. I was not feeling as if she cared so I just did a double-take on our so-called friendship and decided that it was best to keep her at arms length.

She called back weeks later to find out how I was doing. Without asking, she starts giving her brand of advice, stupid things like I need to move, I need to stop doing this and that, and so on. She absolutely did not like it when I noted I didn’t ask for her advice and to insist on giving unsolicited advice was abuse. I have always encouraged her and loved on her when her life was hell. Whenever I had advice to give, I asked first if she wanted to hear it. I didn’t get that courtesy in return.

She even tried to say that friends will say things you don’t want to hear or truths that are hard to accept. She has no clue what my circumstances are in detail because she’s too busy to really find out.

In this case, I was able to let her know I’ve had several prophetic words from different sources spoken over my life recently that agree with each other. Some have come to fruition and others are on their way. In fact, I recently was told God is pleased that I am hearing his voice. Telling me to move because I couldn’t afford it was ridiculous because the property manager, a Christian, fought for me so I could get this place over five others who wanted it. I realized that since God wants me here, He’ll give me the resources to stay. Truth is I’ve even been getting financial gifts that I didn’t ask for. I’m not moving.

Consequently, I’ve decided that it’s not a deep friendship I wish to pursue. She’s got depression and bi-polar problems of her own and I don’t need to get mixed up in them. Her relationship with God is marginal, at best, so if she does call again, I’ll take her with a grain of salt.

I guess I’m saying that I dial down harmful relationships. Recently, I unfriended a person on Facebook because she’s toxic. I’ve figured out I can’t help people who don’t know they need help. They have nothing to offer and simply suck me dry.

I can’t change them. I can only change me. I don’t play those games any more.

On the other hand, what do you tell someone who does not believe in depression? How do you handle such apathy?

My family doesn’t buy into my depression or PTSD. Heck, they think my daughter is just fine, don’t believe her diagnosis and firmly believe I made her crazy. I don’t argue with stupid. That’s like arguing with an alcoholic when he’s drunk. It’s pointless.

I let life hit them between the eyes without any help from me. My daughter had a major outburst at my mother’s home on Thanksgiving that was so bad I had to show up. It was at that point I believe the family got their first taste of what I’ve been dealing with. I had absolutely nothing to do with the outburst and they were taken aback when the group home director told them they had to crush her tirade by standing firm.

Don’t worry about detractors. There will always be detractors. Make up in your mind that they don’t matter and don’t pick the fight. Walk away. You have more important things to do.

What have been some of your favorite resources? (Books, websites, etc.)

A Fractured mind, by Robert Oxnam
Children of the self-absorbed, by Nina W. Brown, Ed.D., L.P.C.
Courage to Heal, by Ellen Bass and Laura Davis
Culture of Honor, by Danny Silk
Daddy, Please say you’re sorry, by Amber
Dear Peanut, by Bill Johnson
Dreaming with God, by Bill Johnson
Dying to be free, by Beverly Cobain and Jean Larch
First person plural, by Cameron West
Foundations for prayer, by Gina Hyatt
Mayo Clinic, www.mayoclinic.com
Memory and abuse, by Charles L. Whitfield, M.D.
Mommie Dearest, by Christina Crawford
National Institute of Mental Health, www.nimh.nih.gov
Repressed memories, by Renee Fredrickson, Ph.D.
Spirit Wars, by Kris Valloton
Strengthen yourself in The Lord, by Bill Johnson
Supernatural ways of royalty, by Kris Valloton
Sybill, by Flora Rheta Schreiber
Triumph over darkness, by Wendy Ann Wood, M.A.
Virginia Woolf, unsure of author but read anything that examines her life.
WebMD, www.webmd.com
When Heaven invades earth, by Bill Johnson

Do you find art and creativity (music, writing, crafting) to be helpful?

I’ve discovered that I can sketch. I’m severely right handed, e.g., my watch is worn on my right wrist, among other idiosyncrasies. However, I journal and sketch with my left hand. The sketching is incredibly helpful. I bring them with me to therapy and discuss their meaning. I’ve stepped back but recently feel a pull to sketch some more. Music also is a lifeline for me. It brings me so much joy and pleasure. A worship leader said I have perfect pitch when I sing. I needed that encouragement. I also love gardening. For me, it’s meditation. God talks to me and I simply listen. Gardening is such a joy although lately, it’s become a burden thanks to the latest wave of depression.

Donesha and I love acrostic poems – can you come up with an acrostic poem for the word “healing?”

H -He, as in Jesus, loves and approves of you, and is healing you right now
E -Extraordinary, You are extraordinary
A -Always, Know He is with you always
L -Love, You are worthy of unconditional love
I -Increase, May The Lord increase joy, peace, faith, light, perseverance in you
N -Never, Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary
G -God, He made you wonderfully complex; and you’re His masterpiece

If depression had a name, a face, and the ability to hear you — but you could say only twelve words, what would you say?

You’re not welcome here. Go away. Never come back. Eff you.

Powerful – very powerful! Thank you so much for sharing.

Are you working on anything that you would like to share?

I am currently getting up to speed on WordPress preparing to launch my new blog home at http://BoricuaConfidential.com. It’s been a long time coming. I’m so excited but I have to admit the learning curve is really a straight line going up. I’m eternally grateful to my friend and blogging buddy, Barbie Swihart, My Freshly Brewed Life, who patiently sat with me one Sunday afternoon recently and helped me navigate WordPress.

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Again, thank you so much for sharing your story, your wisdom.

God bless

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Today, we share an incredible interview/guest post from Emiliana Martín.

About Emiliana:

Emiliana  is a second generation American of Puerto Rican descent. From the moment she could hold a writing instrument she has been a writer. She has been a widowed mother of two since her husband died in 2006. She is an incest and ritual abuse survivor diagnosed with major depressive disorder and PTSD.

She’s a woman on a mission. She loves Jesus and wants others to see Jesus is right beside them every step of the way. Emiliana refuses to let life circumstances dictate who she is. She’s been to hell and back, persevered, and doesn’t mind writing about it. It’s been difficult but in the spirit of Psalm 37:25, they, the righteous, have never been forsaken nor had to beg for bread.

This next chapter is full of blank pages. She knows God has BIG plans for her and those plans are just beginning to be revealed. Recently, she heard Danny Silk talk on “Follow your favor.” Her gifting is mass communication. She has no reservations about her abilities. She has always been good at it and others always have noticed. It comes as naturally as breathing.

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Words with Emiliana Martín

Depression – this is a heavy, heavy word. It means something different to everyone it tortures. What is your definition of depression?

For me, depression is hell between the ears. It’s like kryptonite to Superman. It’s debilitating and kills my spirit. I get tired faster so much so that my bed is my best friend.

No one can see it, taste it, smell it. If they have attentive ears, people can hear depression. People with depression like me have fallen down but can’t get up because there’s a soaking wet wool blanket on top of them whenever they want to do anything even those things they used to live for, enjoy.

Depression has stolen my will to do and enjoy what I love. Writing, editing, blogging, marketing, social media, public relations, etc., take 100 times the effort. I used to exercise regularly, i.e., biking, walking, hiking, camping, etc., but when I think of these activities I am overwhelmed before I ever start.

Self-talk … how do you defeat this? How do you stop something that many feel they cannot control?

My Al-Anon experience has taught me that I don’t have to do this life alone. Mercifully, when I’m having a crappy day my girlfriends aren’t. I text, call, post on my prayer group, and reach out. If it’s really bad, I’ll call my therapist who always calls me back, listens and encourages me.

I’ve also learned to call on Jesus out loud and rebuke those thoughts. Finally I’ve gotten to a point where I start remembering who I am in Christ. I even ask God to remind me who I am and instantly I sense what he says and I then declare aloud what I hear with conviction:
Not everything people say is true. Consider the source.
I am beautiful.
I am His precious daughter.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
He has plans to prosper me.
He has given me a hope and a future.
I am a child of the King, beloved, betrothed.
I have been chosen from before time to do great things
God is for me, who can be against me?
I am a precious jewel.
He loves me flaws, warts and all.
There is nothing I can do to surprise or shock God.
God loves me so much, He died for me. Who else has died for me lately?
Jesus is here for me.
I have worth because He values me.

Through the tears, struggle, I am His and He is mine. While satan has access to my brain, Jesus has access to my heart and speaks to me there. I am finally learning that I am loved and I am enough. It’s taken years to get to that mindset but now I can share this hope with others.

For those struggling with their thought life, start writing. When I get those thoughts out on paper, or say them aloud to a trusted friend, it takes away its power over me. Many times I find my logic is flawed, untrue, unreasonable.

“Hurt people hurt people …”
How can we stop ourselves from harming others as we stumble through darkness, without internalizing to the point of harming ourselves?

Make no mistake, we will stumble and fall. However, you have to ask yourself whether it’s productive to beat yourself up. When you confess your missteps to God, you are forgiven. The offense is thrown into the sea of forgetfulness. You get a fresh start. Forgive yourself. The latter wasa tough sell for me for a very long time. Mistakes are how I learn. However, I’ve learned to give myself the chance to learn and grow from those mistakes. Keep in mind that as long as we are breathing, we will make mistakes. No one is perfect. No one.

There’s something to be said for making amends. When we are wrong we need to promptly admit it. I have learned and taught my kids to say the following:
I would like to apologize for (my tone of voice, words I said, body language, etc.). I was wrong. That’s not the kind of (brother, sister, mom, friend) I want to be today. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. What can I do to make right? (They are then instructed to shut up and listen.)

Those words cut but they are heart healing. In a very real sense you prevent yourself from doing it again because you really don’t want to say those words again. Those words are very humbling, healing. It requires humility to say them. Those words foster restoration of relationships, if the recipient is willing.

Be gentle with yourself.

What do you tell family and friends who desperately want to understand and encourage you, but don’t fully understand you? How do you help them realize that they cannot fix you?

Funny you ask this. A friend who is really an acquaintance tried to fix me the other day. She is a busy Silicon Valley executive with her own business. She loves Jesus and when she went on a missions trip to South Africa years ago she was told that she has been called as a prophet. However, she has yet to go to any school of the prophets, learn about and understand her calling and get activated. She’s too busy moving and shaking.

One time I announced I was planning on publishing a book and she suddenly had to hang up the phone. I was not feeling as if she cared so I just did a double-take on our so-called friendship and decided that it was best to keep her at arms length …

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Please come back next Monday, as we share part 2 of Depression: Words with Emiliana Martin

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Humming. Now he’s singing. She’s light years away, but she can hear him – the little one, singing his favorite song, “Twinkle twinkle little star … how I wonder where you are …”

She thinks to herself, what you are, not where you are.

She considers correcting him. Instead, she looks away, overwhelmed, and a tear rolls. Where you are, she thinks.

Everyone wonders, asks, admonishes, but no one quite knows. For that word, depression, is more than the “allotted”  moment of grief, a bad day that affected you so deeply you crumbled –  depression is more than the average predator …

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In the upcoming weeks, we will be revisiting depression, which I refer to as ‘darkness’.  Authors Ey Wade and Andrea R Cunningham will share poignant quotes. Poet Donesha Thompson will share poetry, and there will be an incredible two part guest post from Emiliana Martín .

If you or your loved ones suffer from ‘darkness,’ please come back and join us – please know that you are not alone.

 

https://arirjames.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/a-weakened-me-depression/ Part 1