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It’s not always about what you want to hear, but what you need to hear.

Life is really fucking hard. We all find that out at one time or another in the span of time that we walk the Earth. Statistically, just about 20 percent of us will experience mental illness in a given year. And approximately 7 percent will deal with a major depressive episode in a given year. For something that we all fear to talk about, it happens a lot, honestly. But the stigma around it has made it such a hard topic for us to say anything about. Will it cost you your job? Your love? Your happiness? Everything? Only if you let it.

Now I’m not here to give the basic “get over it” lecture that we have all heard at one time or another. I'm not here to utter those crude words that do more damage than help. That is not my point to be made.

I’m here to say what needs to be heard. What needs to be accepted.

You are not alone. 

You are not alone, people have felt what you are going through, they know. They know exactly what you are going through, and can help you through it. And I know it’s hard to use your voice, but you’ve gotta do it. Doesn’t matter if it’s a whisper or a scream, anything. Do not be scared to ask for help. Not everyone can see what's going on inside your head. It’s not always rainbows and sunshine. More often than not, we are just memories and thoughts tied loosely together with string and resilience, dropping bits and pieces along our way as we stumble down the path of life. The gaps and trauma, patched up with duct tape and dreams, and holding together stronger than we'd like to admit. 

Now, what I’m really here to say is, fuck depression. No, really, fuck depression. It can climb back into the dark hole it crawled out of it, and just fuck off. It really fucking sucks, but here we are. Folded up on the floor or in bed, crying silently to ourselves, no idea how to take the next step. Feeling frozen in place, hopeless, at the end of our ropes, and out of hope. But for the love of everything beautiful in the world and in you, take that step. Doesn't matter if it's a crawl or a leap. Just take a step. Move. Do something. Whether it be brushing your hair, eating a bowl of cereal, or going outside, nothing is too insignificant. Progress is progress. Don't let anyone tell you it's not enough. Because you are important. 

It's gonna be hard, there’s no lying about that truth. It’s gonna be really hard for a while. But one day, the darkness will ease up. A ray of sunshine will peek through the clouds. It may not be today, or tomorrow. Hell, it may not even be in the next week or next month, but I swear on everything lively, it will pass. You are strong and resilient. You will make it, one way or another. Just take the step. Because you are worth it. You are amazing.

We live in a world where more years of life are lost to suicide than most diseases. You have so many years worth living. Do not waste them being sad. Please. Spend them loving yourself. Loving everything around. Even if it just means waking up in the morning for that warm cup of coffee you love. Or the way the sunshine feels on your face on a cold morning. for the warms showers. Your favorite food. That song that makes you bust out singing like you're in a show tune. Anything. Enjoy your life. Please. You are worth it.

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