Depression is a Liar
Depression is a liar, and it can be convincing. Many of us personally know depression. Maybe you’ve even received a diagnosis, making sense of the desperation that has claimed your mind and body. The problem is that it’s difficult to distinguish ourselves from this insidious monster that’s falsely disguised as an honest friend.
Depression is a monster that conspires against our very beings, sucking the life from our once well minds, informing us that it alone knows the truth of who and what we are. Listening to its lies only makes it stronger, allowing it to blind us to reality, replacing our inner peace with chaos and confusion.
Depression is a con-artist and thief, manipulating minds, finding ways to twist our perception of truth so brutally that simple tasks become daunting, and we convince ourselves that being alone, in bed, with the curtains closed is the only task that doesn’t feel endlessly exhausting. Depression shackles us to our physical bodies, creating a dichotomy of being alive yet feeling lifeless. It tricks us into molding our identity around its symptoms, making it the basis by which we judge both ourselves and the world.
Above all, depression is a liar. There is no merit to its words, to the messages, it feeds your brain. You are not one and the same. You are still who you once were.
You are whole. You are significant. You are needed. You are loved. You must remember that you are an incredibly unique piece of the universe that was gifted with the consciousness to experience both love and pain, joy and grief, healing and hurt.
If you’re feeling depressed right now, give yourself grace for being human and existing in a world that is often difficult and tragic. Life can be hard, but it doesn’t always have to be. Finding the right therapist and possibly medication can remind you of who you are. Depression is a liar, but you don’t have to believe what it tells you.