Cowabungaa said:
headshotcatcher said:
And you believe all the people venting on here are clinically depressed? Clinical depression like you describe it is very rare, just like aspergers, and you know how many people on the internet like to self-diagnose themselves with aspergers...
Who says it's rare? Where did you get that info from?
Even still, you're oversimplifying things big time. A real depression is not just having a foul mood one day, it's much more than that. It is not simply a choice. Talk to any doctor, talk to any psychotherapist, heck talk to some patients. You are simply wrong, you can't just "choose" to leave a real depression.
Sorry for the necro-quote, but here it is!
Now, before I start, I want to state that I am currently in love with a woman who has clinical depression and bipolar disorder, so I know how that is. Just so you have some background.
I believe that it is a choice for a person to allow depression to hold them back. Sure, you could wake up one morning feeling depressed, sad, and alone, and wallow in that and stay in bed. Or, you could do the other option, which is to wake up, live your life, and bask in the love that people shower you with, despite how you may see it. That is, of course, assuming that there
is love there, of course.
Wallowing in a sad state will get you nothing but suicidal tendencies and further your descent into the waters of depression, but if you just
try to live your life, do things to keep your thoughts
away from the depression, your mood could be lifted.
That's just what I think on the matter. Of course, it is all situational, I am sure some people have very good reasons for being as depressed as they are, following in with the diagnosis.
OT: Damnit, S. I realize that you two apparently love one another, but damn, you just
had to sleep with him? Fuck, I understand that you did it, and why you would, but that doesn't make it cut me any less. Not to mention he shoves it down my god damn throat, not literally, but passively over facebook and all that bullshit. And for fuck sakes, why did I quit my job? I could have just fucking dealt with the abuse to make some money so I could go down and see her. But no, I had to think I was above that. God damnit.
.. Feel a little better now.. Time for bed.