I don’t know too much about it, but as someone who experiences depression on the regular, I know enough to say that it sucks. Big time. I also know that it’s caused, mainly, by a few small things we do every day…
We overthink our actions.
We fail to communicate our truths.
We put too much pressure on ourselves.
We want so bad to understand.
Depression is no bad thing, and it has a big spectrum. There is no cure. What helps one person’s depression one help some one else’s. It’s about finding what works for you and sticking to it, religiously.
I heard a story of an Icelandic woman who handled her depression by swimming in ice water every day. Another person I know runs, and doesn’t stop.
I turn to journalling. For me, my unhappiness stems from a place of control. I like to be in control and when I feel I’m verging off the road, I overthink about the direction I’m travelling in. Should I turn back? Is there a better path?
By writing down my thoughts, then, I can deconstruct my head. Just by putting words to paper I instantly feel a sense of relief and know that as soon as it’s in ink, it’s tangible. It’s readable. It’s understandable.
Documenting these thoughts also lets me track progress. I hate looking into the past too much, but when it’s time to take stock of where I am, I have my ups and downs documented. I know where I’ve come from and what to do next to keep moving forward.
Like most mental health cases — like anything in life, actually — there’s no end point. You don’t reach a point where you’re finished. It’s forever a work-in-progress.
With that said, then, I’ll never stop journalling, because if I stop, the depression wins. The bad thoughts trample the good. But if I write them down, they make room for someone far greater: Positivity.