A Facebook status

First off, I have clinical depression (which means it has been here for YEARS with no sign of it ever going away) and we're starting to suspect that it's cyclical because we really can't trace the original trigger down and we're trying to figure out if it is just as regular as the start of a new week or not. There are times that I get a break. Depression strikes and leaves. Strikes and leaves.

With that out of the way, let me just give my thoughts on a particular facebook status that I saw from an acquaintance of mine. I simply could not believe it.

"One thing that really stinks about NOT having depression is you can't blame how you are feeling on it. I am having to admit my emotions and figure out why I'm feeling that way and then resolve them. Bleh! So much easier to say it's just depression! Being a grown up is hard! :)"

I can't believe how hurtful this is to me. It stinks to NOT have depression? Apparently, I -LOVE- flushing my mood down the toilet for several days or weeks at a time (Or in the case of 2010, almost the entire year). It must be such a privilege to have depression. Why am I wasting this opportunity? I should be using depression as an excuse for not living my life. Truly. Why wouldn't anyone be jealous of the temptation to disappear in a violent way that sometimes appears completely out of the blue, but, paradoxically, often enough that you know to expect it semi-frequently? Somehow, in this perspective, depression is the magical answer. In my particular case, the only way I can get any semblance of control is TO examine my feelings "and figure out why I'm feeling that way and then resolve them."

Also, at the end, the subtle implication that either all people who aren't adults are depressed and make excuses, or that the people who do say they have depression aren't grown-ups was just the icing on the shocking and hurtful cake.

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I don't know if this is more or less hurtful than the "just get over it" attitude that some people have. That somehow, just playing with a kitten or whatever other magic pill is going to do it and I just am too lazy or like the excuses too much to do anything about my depression.

Guess I'm just in shock and frustrated. And sleep deprived. And bitter, did I mention bitter?

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[EDIT: I moved the date around after I published it and am just now putting it back. I didn't want to delete this, but I also don't want it to be a commonly seen post] 
[EDIT 2: Apparently, that acquaintance has depression as well. If anything, that makes this post make LESS sense to me... My mind is completely boggled]