You Suck! An Honest Open Letter To My Depression

Yes, this is a rant

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Here on my blog, I’ve written about the topic of mental health many times and, in particular, my struggles with depression. Today, however, I’m not going to talk about my depression; I’m going to talk to my depression. If I could tell my depression one thing and have it hear me, it would be this, you suck! I chose to use the word suck in particular because it’s so appropriate. Those of you who have suffered from depression knows that it’s the biggest joy sucker in existence it sucks all the purpose and enjoyment and happiness out of your life.

I know that you are there all the time because I have dysthymia, so your effect is always there, always present. Then you decide periodically to turn it up a few notches and add regular depression on top. DOUBLE depression? Well, that’s just great!

Even when I don’t have double depression, I feel like I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to jump out of your hole and drag me in with you.

Your Nickname

One thing that I absolutely despise is how you’ve come to be known as “walking with the black dog.” I hate this for several reasons. Firstly I love dogs, including black ones. One of the few things that still give me joy in life is playing with a happy dog. Believe…