– because as long as I’m breathing, I truly am ‘fine’ even if it doesn’t feel so – acquaintances and strangers probably don’t care in hearing a sob story, or would feel uncomfortable and not know how to respond – its easier than explaining something as inexplicable as depression I agree with most, in that saying “I’m fine” isn’t really indicative of how awful and hopeless I’m feeling at the time. I’m 19 years old and recently have been diagnosed with BP (I), because of this I am know taking time off university and living at home with my incredibly supportive and understanding parents, who try SO hard to avoid asking me how I feel 24/7. Just another way people with bipolar are just like everyone else. However, you could look at it this way: Saying we’re “fine” when we’re not. But it just feels like such a big lie given how absolutely un-fine a severe depression makes you. Of course, it’s not like a significant part of the rest of the population isn’t lying when they say they’re “fine” too, so there’s really no need to feel so bad about it. Because the lying sucks so avoiding it in my head seems to matter. Like I’m not lying so much to so many people. Now most people don’t know I’ve rewritten the definition, few people have a Natasha-to-English dictionary, but somehow it makes me feel better. It’s about as good as it gets in a severe depression. Yes, I’m “fine.” My death or dismemberment is not imminent. So, If you’re Depressed, How Are You?įor me, I’ve rewritten the definition of the word “fine.”įine: death or dismemberment is not imminent. I suppose bad things confirm everything depression is telling you and that confirmation leads to greater depths. In my experience, the best things in the world can happen to you and the depression just laughs, reminding the psyche that nothing can touch the madness of the brain. This is not to suggest that life events can’t impact a severe depression. If you could excise the depression, the answer would differ depending on life’s circumstances and psychology, but with depression: nothing else really matters. It pretty much doesn’t matter what’s happening around you, depression is the overwhelming feeling no matter what. If you’re depressed, it’s always the same. It’s not that people shouldn’t ask how you are, of course, just that the answer is a bit moot. They’re fine, except for the crippling, soul-sucking depression. Oh, I’m fine, except for the 2” X 4” smashing into my skull.Īsking a depressed person how they’re doing is the same. Asking someone with severe depression how they’re doing is very much like asking someone who is repeatedly being bashed over the head by a 2” X 4” how they’re doing.
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