Depression has affected a lot of my life. Â If you do the math (and trust me, I donâ€™t do math often), Iâ€™ve been clinically depressed for over a third of my life, and though Iâ€™m not depressed now, I still fear the day that the same familiar feeling- or rather, lack of feeling- comes back to drag me down again.
I donâ€™t know the particular reasons why I stopped being depressed, but it just seemed to happen. Â Likewise, thereâ€™s no isolated reason for why I was depressed in the first place. Â It could have been a number of factors, it could have been some weird existential crisis, it could have been stress from school, a car wreck, my general feelings of worthlessness, it could have been all of these things combined.
Nothing appealed to me at all, not even bad puns, and I was so afraid of going nowhere with my life that I forced myself into stagnation- where paradoxically, I could not go anywhere with my life. Â I wanted time to stop, I wanted to be a blade of grass and sit in the sun all day, I no longer wanted to exist, because existence had become painful and horrible. Â They say that every cloud has a silver lining, but I didnâ€™t even have any clouds. Â There was nothing.
Sure, there were isolated moments of happiness, and whenever I could feel my self-worth slipping I would boost it with narcissistic statements of how great I was (which actually works, believe it or not), so while my self-confidence was ridiculous, I still placed very little value in my life as a whole.
I really donâ€™t know or understand why it suddenly stopped being like this, but one day a while back I exited a room feeling extremely great and Iâ€™ve been feeling relatively good ever since. Â Sure, Iâ€™ve had bad days, and Iâ€™ve been sad, but I havenâ€™t been depressed, and it feels wonderful. Â However, as I said earlier, I am plagued by the constant fear that one day it will come back. Â I shouldnâ€™t worry about it, I know, but itâ€™s hard not to.
Itâ€™s frustrating (albeit incredibly unsurprising), but depression affects all people differently. Â If someone else is going through depression, I find myself at a terrible loss for things to say (aside from the incredibly generic â€˜things get better!â€™, which I know from experience does not help). Â But the thing is, everyone moves at their own pace, regardless of how theyâ€™re feeling. Â You canâ€™t just force someone out of depression; they have to overcome it on their own terms, and sometimes that process takes years to happen.
Lauren Schroeter is a junior religion and geology major.