I’ve lived with clinical depression for a number of years, and one of the constants that I’ve found is the need and/or desire to reach out to someone — whether it be loved ones, family members, friends or strangers — in an attempt to tether myself to a bit of reality… to remind myself that I am valuable… to find someone like me… or to find someone who can “save” me.
While this is not an ultimate solution (I still live with depression; work with a therapist and a psychiatrist, and try to balance meds; fight to remind myself of the difference between my thoughts and reality; and fight the urge to spiral into darkness and oblivion), it is imperative to note the subtle ways people around you (or you, yourself) reach out in search of help when
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