When I think about depression, or at least my own depression, I always characterize it with a sense of hopelessness. That no matter what I do in life, it’s out of my control and there is nothing I can do about it.
Take dating for instance. When a relationship ends, unless you are the one ending it, you don’t have much control over it. If the other person wants out, then they are out. There’s no control over it on your end.
I also see this a lot at work. Somedays it seems like no matter how hard I work, how “good” of a staff I am, somedays are just bad. Somedays the kids aren’t going to listen. Somedays problems are just going to happen no matter how much you don’t want them too or try to prevent them too.
It’s during times like this when my depression gets especially bad. It’s hard to motivate yourself to get out of bed in the morning when it doesn’t feel like there is much point. Like if I get up or lay here the world is going to on the same, so why bother?
I’d love to say that I have some tip or trick for dealing with these days, but honestly I don’t. When I have days like this I feel like I just need to trudge through it as best I can and make it till I feel better.
Sometimes the best advice for dealing with mental illness is to just fake it till you make it. Pretend you are okay until you are okay.