Sinking in Silence by Davs

By October 13, 2015Blog

I’ve been wanting to talk about something, without alarming people. And I’m angry. Because we live in an “I’m Fine” culture. How are you? I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, even if on the inside you’re fucked.

I’ve been wanting to say to my friends “hey guys, I’m depressed” but anticipating the awkward position that puts people in, anticipating the courteous, well intentioned but generally placating response, if any, gives me the fear.

And too, I feel like the word depression has lost meaning; in terms of how we think about someone outside of ourselves experiencing depression. I feel, by saying I’m depressed, I’m downplaying the realities of how I actually feel. When one is depressed don’t assume that they’re “just” depressed. When I’m depressed, I’m not just sad, and sulky. I’m drowning, I’m suffocating, I’m torturing myself. A ghost whispers reasons for why everyone would be better off without me, haunting my thoughts, overshadowing rationality.

I can’t even say in public how I really feel at times, because sometimes I’m not ready to put my freedom in jeopardy. Why do people suffer in silence? Because we can’t be honest. And when we can it’s for one hour twice a week at max with a therapist, who we get showered and dressed up for and smile and say I’m fine. We might say we’re depressed, but we know the keywords to avoid the therapist from being legally obligated to institutionalize us.

I have a secret though. I do have someone I talk openly about my depression with, when it’s taken me over. I can say whatever I want, and instead of being whisked away with a shot if Thorazine in my ass, this person reminds me of all the reasons my thoughts are not logical or truthful. It’s an ongoing open discussion on equal terms. I’m respected enough for this person not to placate me with pats on the head and compliments, or vague hopeful expressions “you’ll be fine.” I’m respected enough that this person trusts that I’m being wholly honest, allowing me to say even the hot button keywords, trusting that I will answer the question “do you need to go to the hospital” honestly. Because I would.

I wonder how many people didn’t have that person who are now gone, and if they had, would they still be around. You have to understand, that while therapy is helpful, a therapist is not available at your beck and call. Sometimes depression can’t wait for a week until your next appointment. Having that next appointment can feel like a lifeboat, and be something to hold onto, but in the meantime, no one should have to hesitate voicing their emotional state. Why is therapy useful? Because it provides professional guidance. Why should everyday people listen to a friend gush about feeling hopeless? Because to be genuine is to accept all facets of our being. It enriches relationships, garners honesty, trust, and when it comes down to it, it punches holes into the wall that may be crushing your friend.

I may be depressed at times, and yes, it is like part of my mind is Clockwork Orange, forced to stare at unsettling images on repeat. But I’m also still here, I’m still able to listen, and think, and grasp that logical hand reaching under the pile of my emotional rubble. (fuck this, I just said emotional rubble. WTF.)

I know if I didn’t have that hand to grasp, I’d be a fading memory.

I’m angry because no one should have to sink in silence. I’m angry because our society is built on “pulling up your big girl panties” “be a man” “suck it up” “How are you? – I’m fine, how are you? – I’m fine” I’m angry because people don’t realize that when you’re drowning, you don’t want someone to tell you your pretty, or offer a hug. You want to be able to yell out “THIS IS HOW I FEEL” without fear of judgement. And for someone to respectfully acknowledge that feeling and give us reasons, not superficial, for why how we feel is temporary, or doesn’t add up. Offer real advice, not go have some chocolate, or take a bubble bath. We want you to talk openly about any experience you’ve had with depression, showing us a) you’re capably empathetic b) how you got through it c) why you’re glad you did d) proving to us that you can handle our honesty in return.

And absolutely, yes. Sometimes, we are too far down the spiral, and we need help now. And I think the majority of us would be willing to admit it, if, we have that logical reasoner reminding us that a few days, weeks, in hospital is worth it.

If someone trusts you enough to tell you they’re depressed, trust them enough to understand that they are reaching out for that logical hand. Ask where they are, on scale from sad to suicide. Why is that scary? Unless they have proved otherwise, trust them no matter their response. Give them meaningful reasons for why they need to hold on… loved ones, pets. Realize they may be feeling like their doing a service by removing themselves from life, and tell them that it’s natural to feel overwhelmed while in a depressive state. Remind them of the times they were contented, and promise that if they keep talking and holding on it will eventually go. Ask them to promise their honesty. Tell them how much it would affect you if they did something undoable. Do encourage therapy, and having an honest talk with a doctor. Tell them why they shouldn’t feel ashamed, tell them they are not alone, tell them there is help. But most of all really listen.

If that is too much to ask, find someone you trust that can help, and if there is no one, urge them to call a doctor or therapist, or both. And in extreme case, go with them and hold there fucking hand while they admit themselves into inpatient.

For me mental illness is something I have to live with for the rest of my life, and I may not always be one step ahead, but actively, openly, having the freedom to express brutal honesty is a huge part of managing myself. For me, having bipolar means I need an active support network. And to honestly, actively check in on my mental whereabouts.

But even if temporary depression, or seasonal depression, postpartum depression, please don’t sink in silence. Someone out there understands. Internet support groups, real life support groups. Find someone to talk to, a friend, a doctor, or therapist. It’s not your fault.  It’s no different than having a physical illness, but in your mind. You know how you feel like you’re going to die when you have the flu? Well you’ve got the brain’s version of the flu. It’s unbearable at times, and feels never ending while it’s there, but it does go away. Sometimes medication is necessary, like insulin is necessary to a diabetic. Being depressed has nothing to do with strength or weakness, it’s a condition that millions of people live with. And there are lifesavers everywhere waiting for you to reach out for that logical hand. But in order to find it, you have to shatter the isolation of silence by being open and honest until you get whatever kind of help sufficient enough to save you from yourself, until you don’t need saving.

I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of this uptight cupcake, ironed pants social indoctrination that allows us to suffer in silence. People don’t want to hear I’m depressed because, somewhere along the line we were taught that depression is personal. Don’t mistake me, I love things about life too, social niceties can be exactly that, I’m not always depressed, typically I am in good spirits. But how refreshing would it be to say “Hey guys, I’m feeling really low tonight” without scaring people, or awkwardness, or regret, and to get real feedback and understanding.

It would be awesome to live in a time where I could sit beside a stranger on the bus and when asked how I was, casually say “I’m down” without it putting a damper on the mood. The honest truth is that I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t suffered from depression, whether it be circumstantial, or chemical. Depression might be dampening the mood of the depressed person, but if someone tells you they have a headache, you don’t get a headache too. And you automatically know to say, do you have any ibuprofen? When people can talk about depression out loud, openly, and honestly it takes it from an emotional place that is unstable, and puts it into a reality that is like looking at it in third person. Verbalizing emotions enables logic to enter the paradigm. In a society that welcomes honesty, we could speak candidly about our real emotions, and in return feel less isolated, we shouldn’t have our realities swept under the rug because they don’t fit into a unicorns  asshole.

In a culture where depression was accepted into open, everyday conversation, we would know to say; what are your symptoms and be able to determine how to proceed from that, just as we do with a headache, or a sinus infection.

If you’re sinking in silence, be assured there are many, many people out there who understand, even people who don’t know you are capable of caring, so many it may surprise you. Tell someone you trust, or announce it to the world. If you don’t have insurance and think you can’t afford a therapist, let me tell you I paid my last guy $15 per session, a professional. Often times therapists will work with you on a  sliding fee scale based on your income. All you have to do is ask. And if that feels overwhelming there are suicide hotlines that you can call while curled up in bed, still not showered at 2pm. The important thing is to take those streaming negative thoughts and emotions and put them into words, push them out, realize that allowing yourself to drown is scarier than admitting you need help.  The longer you go without speaking out, the deeper you go, and you are putting yourself in danger by letting that happen.  Believe me, someone out there cares. As Mr. Rogers said, When he was a boy and saw scary things on the news, his mom would always tell him to look for the helpers. Yes, there might be people who may run away, but there are also people who will come running. But they won’t know to, unless you tell them.

Suicide takes the lives of nearly 30,000 Americans every year.

Please don’t sink in silence.


  • Janise J says:

    thank you for sharing…it helps,alot.

  • Terri H says:

    Thank you for sharing this very honest and deeply personal account of what struggling with depression can feel like.

  • Kathryn A says:

    Yes!! Yes!! You are so good and brave. You have courage, insight, understanding and a real gift to communicate with words. You sound better than most journalists I’ve read. Of course, I know the meaning behind these words and have watched your struggles and victories. You are #1 in my book !! Thank you. I will definitely pass this on. Love you. Mom

  • Gloria says:

    Thank you

  • Tami says:

    Thank you for this.

  • Paul says:

    Thanks for this.

  • Betty says:

    Thank you

  • Susan says:

    Thank you for expressing so eloquently what I have been thinking and feeling. I, too, am blessed with someone I can reach out to when the world and the depression are too much. Sadly it is not my husband. He’s a great person, but with the depression – he just doesn’t get it and never will. Thank God for my “go to” person.

  • Sarah says:

    I have tears streaming down my face. Thank you for sharing.

  • Shelley says:

    This is the best description of depression I have ever read. I cannot even talk to my husband about how low I sometimes feel, because he feels helpless, and often walks away. What I am supposed to do with that? Thank you so much for writing this.

  • Wendy B says:

    This is so true & it’s how I’m feeling. How can one day be so good & the next feel so hopeless? I do have someone who accepts me even when I’m sinking. She just holds on to me. No judgement, just love. I’m so lucky, I know. But I don’t feel like I deserve a friend like this. I have a therapist who sees me for free! I don’t deserve her either. Today I’m just going to try to survive.

  • Susan says:

    It was so helpful for me to read this. You truly understand what depression is all about. I have a total of 4 people I can talk to. Two are therapists. I am scared shitless to make my illness known publicly because of the terrible stigma associated with it. I am so afraid of being a pariah. So, I pretend I am OK. I have put on fronts for as long as I can remember. I am tired of doing that. I want people to know and understand the real me without fear of rejection. So thanks for putting into words what I feel almost on a daily basis. You are very brave. If only I could be, too.

  • Brett says:

    If I wrote a blog post about depression, it would be hauntingly similar. I have fought depression since I was 13. Sometimes it gets the best of me. I’m an amazing actress, I function quite well and many people would never recognize me at night when my defenses are down. It took years to understand I wasn’t a sulky, sad depressed woman, but that my depression rears its head in very different and difficult to understand ways. I am blessed to have a husband who knows MY hallmark signs and can soothe me until I can figure out my next steps. It is not something I outgrew, like I thought I would when life settled into a reasonable pattern and the hopes that with age, wisdom would come too. Please don’t be afraid to share your truth…#endthestigma #depression

  • Jarvis says:

    Alone, alone, all, all alone,
    Alone on a wide wide sea!
    And never a saint took pity on
    My soul in agony.

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  • Brenda says:

    Thank you for expressing my feelings so well. I have lived and been treated for depression since I was a teenager. I tried and failed at suicide when I was 16 years old. I am now 56 years old and I still think of it as my way to stop the pain or feel as if everyone would be better without me. I also know what words not to use with my therapist. My one person I always could turn to at any time and would understand me was my mom. She saved my life so many times by just being here for me. She past away in February 2015 and I feel as if I’ve died too.

    • Eric S says:

      I see it’s been quite some clock-time since this comment, but I am so very sorry for your mother’s passing. I hope that you’ve found another go-to. Never to replace; but for you-your support system. God bless if that terminology’s in your wheel-house; if not, replace words until it means may the good shine also upon you.

  • Vyvyanne says:

    Thank you for sharing your story. My family is genetically cursed with Depression… yes, it feels like a curse. I’ve fought it off and on, but the worst part is not being able to help my son. I honestly don’t know what to do. He rarely leaves the house, and he cries often, feeling hopeless and so lonely. He is such a sweet person, but he says therapy won’t help him. He stopped seeing his Psychologist 10 years ago. My husband and I try so carefully to cheer him, and try not to say the wrong thing. He breaks so easily now, and the closer he gets to his 30th birthday, the worse it will be. OCD, severe social anxiety disorder, and depression have taken away the years of his youth. It has been at least 15 years now, and we are drowning in despair. I used to believe in happy endings. Now I do not.

  • Vyvyanne says:

    Truly, Thank you for your bravery. I’m trying not to hide too, and feel encouraged by your words to seek help, to not stay silent. God bless us all with happier days…

  • De Ann says:

    I needed to read this today. Feeling list today, and this was great. Thank you for sharing

  • Susan says:

    Thank you so much for your honest words. I had pretty bad post-partum/situational depression in my late twenties so remember the anger and overwhelming desire to run and hide.
    It is extremely helpful to hear your advice in how to reach out and really be there for friends/family/strangers who are in need of the voice of logic. I am learning to say “what is that like for you?” instead of trying to offer some lame-don’t-really-want-to-understand-you phrase.
    Blessings on your journey. מצא קול Matsa kohl… she who is finding her voice ❤

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