This could be a depression trigger, enter at your own risk
First of all, I just want to let y’all know that I’m not depressed right now. Doing some soul searching, but not depressed. I have been caught off guard with some of my thoughts, but I’m strong and will basically ignore them. 🙂
Some of you know that I belong to a photography club. One filled with people of different backgrounds with a common interest. I don’t know any of them well, but I like them all.
One guy is a funny, funny person. He is the one who tells me where to find the best gin–which I can’t drink now anyway. I like his sense of humor.
Then came the joke. You know….the one about us loony people. I don’t need to retell the joke, but I can say that tears fell from my eyes when I read it on the group’s Facebook page.
The tears were not for my feelings over the joke, they were for the fact that mental illness continues to be a joke to many.
I’m beginning to understand what caused me to swirl the drain this last time—a brain can only process so much before the foundation cracks. I had a weak foundation to start with due to how I perceive myself from a lifetime of self-berating.
As much as I’d like to say….hey, hey, hey….play nice, I will keep my mouth shut because I’m tired of standing on my soapbox.
I’m just like most.
My struggles are different, but they are real.
They are painful.
They are serious.
Like chronic pain, cancer, diabetes, multiple sclerosis….
Hey! You! Instead of making you feel bad because your joke was insensitive, you don’t know what I struggle with because people like me suffer in silence.
And we smile.
And we pretend.