Recently a friend of mine wrote this post and caused me pause. The SNQ taking a breath is nearly the same as a silent, non-babbling brook; I won’t go into the unlikelihood of such a situation in either case. The TLDR is they would like to have a plan in place for a potential depression event. It made so much sense I just blinked at the screen for a solid thirty seconds before I could go on reading.
Needless to say, I’ve been considering the idea ever since. Why don’t I have a plan? Why haven’t I heard anyone encouraging something similar? We have Naloxone prescriptions for user’s families. We have Epi-pens for allergic reactions and Glucagon for diabetics. ER’s are prepped with tons of options for any number of emergency that might stumble through their doors. Why for the love of all that is lovely, cute, and handsomely tushed do we not have a plan in place for a depression episode?
Maybe we don’t all need or want the above and depression is not synonymous with ‘sad’ per se but it appealed to me as someone who can struggle with depression. It is a representation of what I’m talking about here. Some of my friends can feel a situation like this coming on. Some people have no clue when or why it happens. Others have no idea they are even depressed until after they’ve made it to the other side or are smack in the center. Something like a plan might not work for everyone, but I think it something we can and should try or at least begin to contemplate the answers we don’t yet have.
I read a comment by someone somewhere that has always stuck with me. Depression can make everything seem like it doesn’t matter. One way to fight back is having something to look forward to, even if its just a TV show, or a song, or a grilled cheese. In the same way, if we can spend a little time telling each other what we need, don’t need, signs, and tell tale signals, perhaps, just maybe, we can help each other out. It won’t be perfect, but even a small stumble in the right direction is better than the loss of more ground or the heat of a hand in our own. I want to know I’ve done everything I could on both sides of depression.
“When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up—one on one side, one on the other—so that his hands remained steady till sunset.” ~Exodus 17:12