I was sitting here wondering what to look up for today’s post and I really don’t want to just look something up and write something about it and give a link. Yes, we can all stand to learn more about specific disorders for mental health awareness month, but I’m feeling kinda blue this morning and decided that warranted a topic for discussion.
I used to listen to Dr. Laura religiously on the radio every day. I had never been a talk radio listener until I got sick of audio books one day and started fiddling with the dial. At first it was sports talk when baseball was on but one day I went up a channel and found a political talk show. I left it on and Dr. Laura came on after. I didn’t agree with a lot of her views, but when it came to how to do the right thing, how to be a good person, how to be a girlfriend, I really learned a lot from her.
One of the things that drives her nuts is when callers say they’re depressed because they lost their job, or they’re depressed because they snapped at their husband. Dr. Laura always asked if the callers couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, etc. She would end up telling the caller there is a difference between being depressed and feeling blue. I really agree with this.
I definitely have my blue days. Sometimes it’s even more than feeling a little blue, days where everything annoys me, nothing brings me pleasure etc. Usually it comes down to something I’m not handling, or maybe it’s an anniversary that makes me sad. So those are sad days. But they go away and usually it’s only a day or two, sometimes a little more.
When I first went blind, that was depression. I didn’t want to get out of bed, rarely got dressed, let the house go, enjoyed nothing and cried all the time. As Carin points out though, and Amanda too, I still had days where I smiled and made jokes. But I was depressed then. It didn’t pass until I got help.
Days like today, because it’s Mother’s Day and I miss my mom, I’m sad. I’m blue. But I’m not depressed and I won’t say, “man I’m depressed today”.
When your dog knows a command, like when I tell Jayden to sit, it looses power if I say it repeatedly. I was taught to say sit and if he didn’t, to use leash action. Because saying the word too much takes the power out of it.
I really think that’s happening with depression in our society. Couldn’t it hold that since we all say we’re depressed at work the day after we fight with our boyfriend or we’re depressed because a tv show ended, that we’re taking power out of the word? So that people with depression maybe aren’t taken as seriously as they need to be?
I really watch it now, after hearing that from Dr. Laura, and since I’ve experienced depression. I’m having a sad day, I’m sad today, I’m feeling blue. But I’m not depressed.
If I get to the point where I’m not sleeping or I’m sleeping too much or I constantly snap at B, lose joy in everything, don’t want to leave the house, don’t care about others, am angry all the time etc, then I can say I’m depressed and if I say I’m depressed, I’d better get help.
Let’s not take the power out of the word.