I promise I won’t be depressed.

“I promise I won’t be depressed.” I hate that I say that to people. I feel like I live in a constant state of angst.

  • Why doesn’t this person answer my calls or texts?

  • Why don’t we talk as frequently as we used to?

  • Do they still like me?

These questions cycle through my brain until I hit the ultimate question that hits like a knife through my chest: “What’s wrong with me? Why doesn’t anyone love me?”

I spend so much time worried about what other people think of me or if they think of me at all. I exert so much energy putting on a smile to hide the heartache I feel. I waste so much time and energy worrying if my depression is too much for the people around me.

The worst part is that I know needing help doesn’t make you a burden, yet I feel like I’ve burdened people by showing them my depression. I know it’s ok not to be ok, yet I dislike myself more and more every time the depressive episodes start again. I know I am not alone, yet I cry in the middle of the night convinced that I have no one to call.

I love talking about my mental health and being so open, yet I constantly convince myself that everyone despises me for it. What’s wrong with me? There’s that question again. Why do I blame myself and accuse myself of being wrong? Why do I have so much fear that people will not love me anymore if they see what’s truly behind the smile?

My mind internalizes everything. I wish a change in communication frequency or content did not leave me feeling worthless, yet I spend so many nights tossing and turning wondering if they do not love me anymore. I wish my mind could not convince me that because someone saw me so low, they could not possibly want to be near me again. I wish my mind did not make me feel so alone and afraid of confessing to the people in my life that I am not ok. I wish no one ever saw me in tears so my mind could not convince me that my depression is the reason people do not reach out anymore.

I caught myself multiple times this week promising that I would not be depressed if someone spent time with me. Why? All these years into my mental health journey, post-psych ward hospitalization, and becoming a public speaker talking about the worst moments of my life, I still have a fear that people will not love me if I am depressed.

The worst part is that I know it has nothing to do with other people and everything to do with me. I am projecting my insecurity about my depression onto other people. I am disappointed in myself every time an episode arises, and the world feels out of my control. I am frustrated with myself for still experiencing periods when I do not want to be alive anymore. I am angry with myself for not being healed from something that I live with and is part of me. I live with bipolar 2 disorder, which means even with medication, therapy, and every coping skill, I still may experience highs and lows throughout my life. I can continue to develop and refine tools to manage the episodes better and maintain a balance; there is hope. It does not mean that something is inherently wrong with me.

It’s part of what makes me who I am – a person who often feels broken yet wants to share those cracks and imperfections as I work to put the pieces back together; a person who wants to remove the stigma and normalize these struggles and insecurities; a person who wants to find moments of hope and spread them to others. And underneath all of that, I am someone who just wants to feel seen.

Tears are streaming down my face as I uncover the truth of what I am experiencing: I fear that if people see me in my most vulnerable moments, they will only see me through the distorted lens that I view myself from instead of through the rose-colored glasses that they once had on.

My schedule has been hectic lately—between school, the nonprofit, traveling twice a week, and my home responsibilities, I have not had as much time to connect with my friends. My friends also have hectic schedules—being in your mid-20s is a very overwhelming time trying to balance all of life at once when you already feel like you are drowning. I have to keep reminding myself of this. If we do not talk all day every day, it’s not because I get depressed, it’s because we are busy and that is ok. If we do not see each other for a month or so, it’s not because I get depressed, it's because our schedules have not aligned and that is ok. My brain needs constant reassurance because otherwise, I internalize all of it.

  • My depression does not make people hate me.

  • People love all of me, even when I am crying and feeling hopeless.

  • It’s ok if the nature of relationships changes. It’s not my fault. I am not a problem.

  • I am worthy, even when I struggle to believe it.

These are the affirmations I am going to tell myself as I work to retrain my brain to stop villainizing itself to me and others.

I am not wicked and vile for struggling with my mental health or for reaching out for help. My depression and my struggles are not an imposition—not to the people who matter.

 

 

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