For anyone dealing with depression in any way, this is just a personal experience that lead to an analogy for me. Depression is a dark, thorny, poisoned forest. When people say “Cheer up” it comes to me like they are saying ignore your depression and pretend its not there [obv doesn’t work]. Instead, you have to go through that forest. And its gonna hurt. You’re gonna get stuck, you’re gonna get poisoned, life is going to be hell, your world will be shit, it will be awful. You have no idea where the end of the forest is or even what is on the other side of it. When you get through to the other side though, you have conquered it, and that is the only way I know how to deal with depression. With lots of pain and misery and grief and sorrow and hate and etcetcetc. It sucks. It FUCKING sucks. But when you get to the other end of the forest, you’ve beaten it, gotten over it, at least now, until you come to the next forest. And just for getting through that one forest, however small, you are a stronger person. Sometimes pain and selfhate and isolation are needed to get better. Again, just me, but I’d like to hear your thoughts.
And honestly, hanging out in the middle of a forest by yourself no matter how brutal the vegetation is, has its merits. And the thing is, the forest is so thick you can’t see the end of it. You could be out of it tomorrow