There are so many ways to describe the actual act of being alone. Some people seek out alone time to gather their thoughts. Some want to de-stress and feel refreshed. Despite the many positive reasons for wanting to be alone there are always those who find themselves there without wanting to be. When I woke up this morning, that is how I felt. It was painful. It was suffocating. I felt as if I had already drowned and could not get to the surface of the water. I couldn’t breakthrough. I didn’t want to share this feeling I had with anyone. Usually no one wants to hear it anyway. You know–I should just be happy, or “buck up”, or “think of positive things”. Next time one of them breaks their leg, I’ll tell them to think positive thoughts and see if that works for them.
Why do people refuse to see that our brains are organs and can get sick just as all of our other body parts do?? It’s frustrating to have to deal with this kind of mentality. When you are battling severe depression, the feeling of being alone is all consuming. You wish for someone to care. You wish for the pain to stop. You wish you were different and had a brain that didn’t function that way. You wish you knew what to do. You wish you weren’t depressed. So please tell me– what do I do?