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The deepest, most evil thing depression does is tell you that it can't get better, and that even if it can, you can't possibly survive until then. So what I say is: You don't have to believe it will get better. Bear with me. 6/
You don't have to believe it will get better. You just have to keep choosing to endure for whatever amount of time you can stand. And then do it again. Again. Again. Help is available. Treatment is available. It will get better *whether you believe it or not.* 7/
There are many, many resources out there. I don't pretend that there is a magic resource that is perfect or will help everyone, but I absolutely believe that, for everyone, there exists at least one resource that will help. 8/
Here are just a few. Starting with hotlines: - National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 800-273-8255, https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/chat/ - Crisis Text Line: text "start" to 741741 - Trevor Project (LGBT hotline): 866-488-7386 - Trans Lifeline: 877-565-8860
Here is a much longer list of formal resources, including for specific situations and specific mental illnesses:https://afsp.org/find-support/resources/ …
But the formal resources are only part of the story. You also need to read this thread from @abbyhonold.https://twitter.com/abbyhonold/status/1074318188505124864 …
Above all else, I want to dispense fully and forever with the idea that depression, or any mental illness, = weakness. This is why people blame themselves. This is why people are afraid to ask for help.
You are not weak because you're depressed. And you don't have to believe it will get better. I wrote a long essay about this a few years ago. I didn't, and have no intention to, publish it anywhere other than my personal Facebook page. But I will share how it ends.
I wrote about the years I spent thinking of the girl I once was, and wishing I could help her — wishing I could convince her that life would get better, but knowing she would never have believed me. And I wrote about what that semicolon ring meant to me.
"When I look at the ring," I wrote, "I see that girl on the kitchen floor, but I see her in a different light. I don’t feel the sudden, explosive ache, the desperate need to reach through time to help." (1/2)
"I wish, still, that I could have spared her so much anguish. But she survived it without me. What I see when I look at the ring is the hope she couldn’t feel, and the strength she was sure she didn’t have." (2/2, end)
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