Today’s a dark, cloudy day where I live. It’s the type of morning where I feel depressed, and don’t want to leave bed. I did eventually, got into my everyday routine, and I almost forgot I was depressed. The lack of sunlight serves as a reminder, though, what despair feels like.
There have been long periods where I have been in despair, and it is the one emotion that can completely envelop me. As I am sure many of you can realte, I feel there is no way that I can be “happy.” Even today, I am not happy. I am not sad or depressed or angry or bitter, but I don’t feel any strong positive emotions. And if my situation ever changes (loss of family member, financial distress, etc.), I’d go back to despair. I have no way of resisting it.
Yet when I’m in despair, I am afraid to talk about my feelings with friends or most family. I find that despair, more than any other emotion, is met with disgust. People tell me to “get over it” or “stop whining,” and rarely just listen or let me be. Most often, people shun me. The irony is that it makes the feeling of despair even worse.
Why do you think people like this? Might they see me as immature for speaking up? Are they simply afraid they may fall into despair themselves?