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gwynhefar ([personal profile] gwynhefar) wrote2010-12-07 05:56 pm
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The secret truth about depression

This post is a wonderful essay about the realities of living with clinical depression. Everything she describes, I have experienced, and far far too frequently. Maybe if more people had understood this disease, I wouldn't be looking for a new job right now.

[identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs* It is a very well written essay, I hope it reaches as many people as possible :)

And as for you, you'll get that tenure and awesome job, I promise, even if I have to give up world domination to make sure you get it :)

[identity profile] gwynraven.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, thank you! I'm very touched you would be willing to give up such a noble dream for me :)

[identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Anytime hun :)

[identity profile] wicked-liz.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
I was diagnosed at 16, and while my family and friends have been supportive, I wish that they could understand that I'm really not lazy or a terrible person, but that there's something wrong with me - and that I WANT to be better.

Brilliant article. Thanks for sharing.

[identity profile] syldath.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
chills all up and down my arms and legs, thank you for sharing this

[identity profile] lootsfoz.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
(Hugs)
Thanks for sharing this. Depression is a horrible, horrible thing. Some asshat once called me "weak" when I was struggling with depression. I'll have to dig up the poem I wrote in response.

[identity profile] harkalark.livejournal.com 2010-12-08 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm often reminded of a story I was told by a guy who for a long time just didn't understand his wife's depression. "Your life is great! Why can't you just be happy?" he would say to her. "Well, why can't you just be taller?" she asked him. Then he understood: it wasn't something she was doing, just something she was.