I recognize the value of “faking it until you make it”. I do not discount that it helps to choose happiness. I acknowledge that the mind is a powerful thing. However, whatever coping mechanism any of us chooses to deal with depression, it is important to identify the root cause of the problem and fix it.
Then, I wanted to cry.
WHAT! THE! HECK!
Something must be wrong! Oh, duh!
They are not voices,
at least not loud and clear;
They are more like whispers, inquiring.
Is this what I want – the way that’s right and proper?
Walk the road previously not taken
even if seriously doubting.
I was just a melodramatic princess-wannabe who failed to get the prince Barbara Cartland wrote about in her books that I read about in my teens. People would say…
So, I didn’t dwell much on whatever I was going through. It was something that would pass. Everyone said…
I am just a drama queen, with a natural tendency to be manic depressive.
But, I was diagnosed with clinical depression.