Depression Post #1

Lord help me, are you ready for this post? If not, too late 😜

Unfortunately my depression has been very yo-yo like. Growing up in Northeast Ohio, you always knew that winter was winter, spring was spring and so on. But with global warming it has caused the weather in Ohio to be so damn bipolar you never know what you’re going to get.

We literally will have days where it’s almost 80° in April. Definitely not normal for Northeast ohio, much appreciated until it drops back down to the 30s.

It’s like drinking a few energy drinks, you know what I mean. You get that extreme boost of speed, and you’re literally going manic crazy like you’re on sugar crack 🤣. And then, you get that crash, I don’t wanna do nothing, I don’t care if I wash my ass, I don’t care if the dishes are piling up, fuck the trash and you all are eating lunch meat for the next three days.

Let’s just be real about it, if you suffer from extreme depression you know exactly what I’m talking about. You know the IDGAF let me sleep don’t talk to me don’t bother me mania one sentence attitude!

So many people will admit that they have depression, even celebrities. The one thing that they do not tell you is the truth. Let’s be honest, not many of us regular people talk about the “TRUTHS”? People are far too scared of being judged. Well I’m at the point in my life where I say…FUCK IT. Let me put the truth out there for all of us!

Yep, don’t wash my hair for a month or more, half the time I don’t give a shit if I brush my teeth, don’t know how I still have these pearly whites, haven’t seen the dentist since I was 19. All I wanna do is lay down, close my eyes and never open them. I wanna lay here forever…like for months. But I can’t, because I have others that rely on me.

I shower when I can drag my nasty ass to the bathroom, because why the hell else should I? Unless I’m going somewhere super important or having sex. 😜 This is why Us people, the depressed, invest in many baby wipes. We can clean our itty bitties. BAHAHA

And speaking of hanky panky, sex is definitely not on the top of the list when you suffer from depression. Especially if you’ve been cheated on and abused. That’s a whole other topic I definitely want to get into.

Listen, this is the truth, when your fight severe depression, postpartum included, the kids don’t get a bath every fucking day. And in the winter they don’t even get a bath (when small, because as they grow they can do it themselves) every fuckin week. Now what?

YES, You make sure they’re taken care of, and do what you gotta do as far as feeding them, getting them to school etc. You definitely do the things that are necessities and so on. But you know what, you’re miserable, you don’t wanna move to even wash your own ass. Why does it matter anyways? IF THE CHILD is happy, not abused, LOVED, fed, and the child doesn’t look like he or she rolled out of a greasy dumpster…WHO CARES?!

If the child wakes up every day laughing, when they open their eyes the world is completely beautiful and exciting. They smile, despite how miserable you feel, they laugh, despite how much of a failure you feel like, IF THE Child IS GLOWING BECAUSE OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, does the rest really matter?

Listen, DEPRESSION FUCKIN sucks! Even if you look a 🔥 mess, you don’t feel like washing your ass, give 2 fucks if your hair is stuck to your head or YOU DON’T GIVE A SHIT HOW MANY DAYS YOU WORE THE SAME CLOTHES. (Listen half the time we’re not even wearing underwear okay 🤣 WHY BOTHER) However long you’re battling this Bitch and what round you’re on, I GOT YOU! ❤️

Shannon Anderson