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The truth about depression can be difficult to talk about. Every one of us has dealt with a depressing moment in our life. For some of us, it’s a daily and lifelong battle.
One thing about depression is it is an invisible illness. On the outside, if you look at someone, you can’t tell that they’re depressed. Even our social media accounts can’t be trusted. Nowadays, you can schedule your posts and photos on all of your social media, so if you wanted the truth about what your day is like…it wouldn’t always be there.
Some people might wonder why someone with depression can help others who have it as well. My answer to that is that’s exactly why I can help. Yes, I am a Life Coach who helps others with depression and anxiety. I also have major depression, agoraphobia, and generalized social anxiety. But that’s WHY I’m able to help.
We all know what’s it’s like to have our good days and bad days. As some of ya’ll already know, I defeated cancer this year and I still battle from being sick all the time. I got hit with a stomach bug and wasn’t feeling well for about two weeks. A close friend of mine had lost her home in a fire and I was determined to rally up essentials for her and her little family. Being sick wasn’t making it easy though. Finally, my hubby had a day off of work so I threw on some yoga pants and a baggy tank top.
Being sick meant I wasn’t wearing makeup and my skin looked a little too pale. Even paler than what I normally was. I LOOKED sick, but I was stubborn. My husband and I decided to get smoothies since it was freaking HOT out here. Once we ordered our drinks though, the person behind the counter gave me a look-over and then promptly turned their back and started talking about how people never cared about their appearance anymore.
It could have meant nothing. Maybe she was continuing the conversation before I had walked in, but all of sudden all I could focus on was what I must have looked like. The tiny roll of fat that was sticking out from my yoga pants, my haggard complexion…
The rest of the afternoon, I spent the day in bed just reading novels I had, refusing to speak to anyone. I couldn’t even explain it to my husband. I felt ugly, worthless and unable to face reality. The next day, we had plans already with some friends of ours to go swimming and to see the new Spiderman movie. I still wasn’t feeling my best but we had had these plans for a while.
Putting on a swimsuit was the last thing I wanted to do. Still, I did it. And can I just say that the primer I used lasted through swimming and the movies ALL day?! I was kinda impressed by that. The whole event felt odd. I was trying to stay positive and not show how I was feeling. To be honest, I was grateful when the night ended and I could just curl back up in my yoga pants and read some more.
The truth about depression is that yes, it’s hard. It’s worse than crap on toast. It doesn’t matter if you don’t actually have “anything to be depressed about.” Depression is real. And it REALLY sucks.
My suggestion is that it’s okay to take the time you need for a self-care day. You don’t have to go out in public. Might be better if you don’t.
Remember that what works for me, might not work for you. I’m here to show what I’ve done to combat depression. For me, reading fanfiction novels and binge Netflix was my cure. I would love to hear your stories and what has worked for you. What are your truths?
As always, keep smiling lovelies.