Why Won’t You Let Yourself be Happy?

It’s time to get our of your own way.

Yes, YOU!

How many times are you going to imagine problems that don’t exist?

How many times can you think and re-thing about the worst case scenario?

How many times can you push away the person that loves you?

Pessimism isn’t cute.

Negativity isn’t fun.

For the first time ever, you’re happy. Like really, truly happy.

After a full decade of chronic depression and anxiety, you wake up in the morning and smile.

But every day you try to chip away at it bit by bit.

You undermine your own happiness and success.

You create problems and obstacles for the sake of brining yourself down.

Why?

Why are you afraid to be happy?

Why can’t you get out of your own way?

-Rule

 

 

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How being in Depression is like being in Love

You know when you’re trying to explain the difference between loving someone and being in love?

It’s hard to explain but deep inside you know there’s a fundamental difference. You can’t exactly articulate what you mean, so you result to metaphors.

Its like trying to explain the difference between being out of breathe and breathless.

The same can be said for trying to explain the difference between being depressed and being in depression. 

When you’re in a constant state of being depressed, people get used to your mood swings and apathy.

But when you’re in depression, it’s like even the depressed version of you isn’t recognizable.

When you’re in it…like, really in it…

It’s all consuming.

It takes over every part of your being for that moment and the moments after.

It’s all you can see and feel and hear.

It’s impossible to drown it out.

Like that overwhelming feeling you have when you first fall in love, you can’t see clearly.

You only see hopelessness and worthlessness.

You can’t know that this too shall pass.

Just as when you’re in love, that feeling isn’t permanent and that’s partly why it’s hard to describe.

Unlike loving, being in love is fleeting and passing.

Being in depression, those days where it feels unbearable, is also fleeting and passing.

And you’re left thinking, if falling in love just happens, than maybe falling in depression does too. And it’s not something to control or be afraid of.

It’s a burst of overwhelming, sometimes contradicting, emotions that changes you and that’s okay.

But you’re also left wondering about how falling in love might not be in your control but that loving someone is a choice. And wondering if that’s true, maybe being depressed is a choice too.

-Rule

On Starting Over

Packing up to leave everything behind… twice in one week makes your head spin.

Outside the logistics of it all, there’s the flood of emotions.

You’re a disappointment and a failure.

You wasted your time going. And you wasted your time coming back.

Your heart aches for the possibilities you left behind…

Your mind wanders about the people still there…

You’re left in an in between place.

Confused and afraid of what comes next, but relieved and grateful that you’re no longer there.

For the first time in your life, you don’t have the answers. Or a plan. But you have something else…

Freedom.

What more could you ask for?

-Rule

Is it Turtles All the Way Down?

Just when you least expect it, he surprises you.

He knows his worth and refuses to settle.

He cares like no one ever has.

Considerate and kind.

Gives you piece of mind.

Damaged but not broken.

Hurt but still open.

Makes promises he can keep.

Always listens when you speak.

Distance can’t keep him away.

His love is here to stay.

Or is he full of shit? 

-Rule

When you’re “in your feelings…”

It feels like the world is collapsing on you.

You’re up at a time that you shouldn’t be.

Thinking about shit that you shouldn’t be.

Sad about the same stuff you’ve been sad about for the past year.

Feeling low and depressed and down and out.

Replaying scenes in your head every second.

Missing all of it when you shouldn’t be.

So you turn on some music to drown it all out.

Drown out your feelings long enough to get out of them. If only for the length of your playlist.

-Rule

Inspired by SSS

Escapism is Not Self- Care

You just had the longest day you’ve ever had.

Your depression and anxiety seem to be teetering between bad and worse.

You woke up hoping that you would somehow turn on a happy switch and it’d be all better.

But today is even more lonely and exhausting than the last.

So on your way home you stop and buy ice cream. You get home and shower immediately because you just want the day to be over.

You rush to your bed, grab the ice cream and your phone and you start.

You start with one video on YouTube and now you’re more than an hour in. You switch apps to Instagram and start scrolling. But then there’s Snapchat. And you open Netflix, SoundCloud, Hulu, Kindle. Anything to get your mind off the things and out of your feels.

You sit alone in your room for hours staring at the screen or sitting silently in the dark.

You’ve escaped.

But you dont feel better. You aren’t taken care of.

You just feel numb.

Numb to yourself.

Numb to the world.

Numb to it all.

 

You’re Dead to Me?

Why do you keep me stuck in between holding on and letting go?

When I asked you what you wanted,

You said you wanted space.

You said you wanted to be left alone.

You said you needed time to get your shit together.

I said “okay, I can give you space.” But the look on your face said you wanted more than space.

So I continued, “Do you want to be left alone for now or forever?”

“For now,” you said, unconvincingly.

My heart broke slightly more with each passing second. 

“Do I even matter to you?”

“You matter…to a certain extent. But nothing  really matters”

“Uh, okay John Green. Sure oblivion is inevitable and we’re all going to die, but do you care about what I want? Do you care about me?”

“…..uh….not really…sometimes…”

“How are we friends if you don’t care about me?”

“I don’t care about what’s important to you.”

Under my breathe, “what’s the fucking difference?” Then louder, “If you didn’t want a friend, why try to be my friend in the beginning?”

“…because I’m an asshole.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. So what happens if I don’t leave you alone”

“I’ll just ignore you”

“Okay…”

End of conversation. 

After that you started ignoring my texts and calls.

Was it the apathy and depression talking? Your self-loathing post teen angst.

Or did I never mean anything to you.

I never got to ask why you said ‘love you’ the other day when we parted ways.

I never got to ask if I was special to you.

I never got to ask why not just tell me to leave you alone forever if you didn’t care about me anyway.

There’s exactly a month until I leave. Until you’ll never have to see me again or hear my voice. 30 days. And hopefully I’ll never have to feel this way again.

Empty and depressed and anxious one second and feeling like I’m going to vomit the next.

Soon, I’ll be dead to you. No longer holding on or letting go. Just gone forever.