You think to yourself
that have no right
to be depressed, so long
as someone somewhere
has it worse than you.
This makes you
even more depressed
because you can’t
seem to control
this depression.
You’re stealing all the depression for yourself.
Deflating depression’s value.
Thanks to your lack of self control,
depressed people are a dime a dozen.
Which is why nobody cares.
And everybody’s depressed about it.
Newfound Lake,
9/5
The complicated relationship with depression, right? It’s like a bad breakup you can’t get over. You tell yourself, “I shouldn’t be depressed, others have it worse.” But that’s like saying you can’t be happy because someone else might be happier.
This cycle of feeling bad for feeling bad just makes you, well, feel worse. It’s like a never-ending loop of sadness, like watching a romantic drama on repeat. We’ve turned depression into a mass-produced commodity, like fast food for the soul. “Get your depression here! Hot and ready!”
And then we wonder why nobody cares. The market is flooded! It’s the great depression of… well, depression. But here’s the kicker: the fact that we’re all depressed about it means we’re not alone. Misery loves company, or so they say.
So, let’s own it. Let’s say, “Yes, I’m depressed, and that’s okay.” Because the first step to feeling better is admitting you don’t—and that’s perfectly okay.