When we were together a lot of my anger at him was due to misunderstanding depression. I was so mad that he wasn’t helping or contributing enough to bills because he’d bail on going to work. To me that looked like someone choosing laziness over responsibility because he’d be sleeping all day, or playing videogames, or even hiding out in parking lots rather than going to work. But it wasn’t laziness. His depression was all consuming. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the last few months, I’ve had my own real experiences with depression which have taught me what depression feels like. I loose whole days to sleeping and watching videos because I am so tired. When there are days where no one is around, I don’t bother showering or changing clothes. What is crazy is I’m still guilt tripping myself, the same way I guilt tripped him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know what it is to be depressed. I’ve seen what depression can do. But still there is something built into me that is judgemental of even myself when living in a depressed state. Depression is not laziness. Depression is real. It is a challenge to overcome without therapy, without meds, and without allowing yourself some days to just be depressed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hope Kody knows how sorry I am for misunderstanding depression when he started dealing with it. I know now what it feels like and all I can say is that it sucks. Depression sucks. It is the enemy. It is the worst. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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