My Confusion and I

I've previously written a long post about being depressed and I don't want to repeat myself. However, depression is a subject that I think needs to be mentioned more often. After Robin Williams died everyone seemed to care about the importance of talking about depression but as I feared, that has all gone and with that gone we tend to forget that a smile on someone's face doesn't mean that person is happy. I know many people that are suffering from depression and I know many people that have been hiding it until I admitted my depression to them. I'm not saying that we always need to tell everyone but there shouldn't be an issue if you tell your friends that you have some form of problem that you might need support and help for. Personally my depression has been an issue I've always been scared of dealing with. I've denied medication, I've denied help from a psychologist and what's worse of all, I haven't been willing to help myself. I am fu...

I've mentioned in previous posts that I am depressed, something that took me a long time to admit to myself but also to other people. I long thought this was something that affected only me since no one had to deal with my problems and when I was depressed I closed my door and dealt with the issues by myself. Recently though I have come to the realisation that this isn't the case. My depression affects the people around me and I let other people play too much of a part of my happiness. I'm not saying my friends aren't important in my life and that I don't have them to thank for some of my happiness. What I'm saying is that I shouldn't rely on them to be happy, which is something I've done my whole life and probably would have continued to do if it wasn't for a huge wake up call. There wasn't any particular thing happening to me that made me realise it, I simply came to the conclusion that I have been blaming the wrong thing for years; other peo...