Hi. I still have depression and anxiety.
Just so we’re clear on that.
That, my friends, is a fine crystal martini glass (from Restoration Hardware…drool).
People with mental health issues, like myself, are sometimes crystal. We are sometimes fragile. We sometimes need to be handled with delicacy and care.
Please take note that I said “sometimes.” Because, as I mentioned in this delightful gem of a post, depression and anxiety are not an “always” thing for me. Sometimes, I’m crystal. Sometimes, I’m Corelle. Sometimes, I’m just a goddamn paper plate.
Anyway, the point is that many of us with this affliction feel that we have to apologize for our fragility. It takes a lot to admit to being and feeling fragile. It still scares me to say “I need help. I don’t feel well. I need extra care today.” And when I do finally say it out loud, I immediately follow it with “I’m sorry.”
Why do we apologize for saying our truth? Because depression lies. Depression tells us to feel guilty for being fragile. It tells us that it’s bad manners to be honest with our people about what’s going on inside our heads and to admit that we need a little help, a little extra care.
Fragility requires no apology. Don’t we handle crystal with care? You are crystal, friend.