The Thief

Depression is a thief.

I haven’t written about depression in a long time.  The reason I haven’t written about it is because I’m NOT depressed.  But with depression being swept under the rug or shrugged off by most of society, I feel that it’s important to write about it.  The subject needs to come out of the shadows.

I am feeling better mentally, than I have in more years than I can recall.  Life in general for me is wonderful.  I’m incredibly blessed.

What brought me back around to the subject of depression is realizing how much of my life was stolen from me by depression.  There were years that, although I functioned and went though the motions of day to day life, inside I was in a very dark and dismal place.  There was little in life that truly brought me joy.

Don’t get me wrong, there were times of happiness. Most of the time, I was simply putting on a brave face, just so I could manage to “act normal”.  Heaven forbid anyone find out I was depressed!!

There has always been such a stigma attached to depression.  There is NO shame in this disease.  It simply takes over.  YOU are not to blame.

Most people that suffer from depression go in and out of depression their entire lives.  That is how it has affected me.

Right now, I am having such clarity (it’s the only way I can describe it) in my way of thinking.   It’s wonderful.  I can see the positive.  I can feel the joy.  Of course life continues to have it’s normal ups and downs, but I’m not in that deep, dark pit that so often in my past had consumed my life!

The clarity I’m experiencing makes me realize how horribly depression robbed me of the simple joys in life.  One of the terrible things about depression is that it creeps into your life on it’s belly.  It sneaks under the fences of reason.  It hides in the corners and slithers around reality.

Before you know it, depression has it’s talons around your neck and it’s squeezing the very life from you.  You wake up one day in this pit of blackness and despair that you cannot shake.  You don’t see it coming and you don’t know when it will strike.

I thank The Powers That Be that I am feeling as good as I am.  I don’t ever want to take this feeling for granted.  I want to cling to it, to savor it.

I don’t know how long I will continue to feel this way.  It may be the rest of my life!  Or I could wake up one day next year and find myself looking up from the bottom of that black pit of despair.  Right now, I am grateful that I feel as good as I do and that Thief, depression, has not stolen this part of my life from me!

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. My poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal and Spill Words Press. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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23 Responses to The Thief

  1. I’ve suffered depression for the last few years. Being diagnosed with epilepsy and dealing with the drug side effects just kept me down in that hole. I never sugar coated it. I told people how if I felt, if they asked. The only way to reduce the stigma is to be upfront about it. I told people I was seeing a psychologist and neuropsychiatrist. I was put in an outpatient program that was just one step away from being hospitalized. I wasn’t suicidal, but it was bad. I’m starting to get my life together and learn how to live in my new epileptic reality. I still fall in the pit sometimes, but I know there will be a ladder there eventually and that makes all the difference. This post will mean a lot to people who suffer from our disease. It means a lot to me. I am so happy that you are in a good place and I hope you stay there forever. Hugs, my friend!

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  2. Back in 2008 when I was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis, Fibro, and Epilepsy I became depressed; so I can understand. It took me over two years and lots of prayer to feel better. I honestly don’t know if one ever gets over depression. I still have my down days. I hope you have a Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year.

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  3. sorryless says:

    How true the words, and how well written.

    I still feel the stigma of depression, in that I can’t share it with just anyone. And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard “You just have to get over it,”.

    I wish you clarity in perpetuity, and all good things.

    Peace

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  4. My nominates you for the Liester Award

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  5. Great post. A marvellous example that somebody can come out of depression the other side to live a fulfilling life again. I suffered depression many many years ago and got through, i am currently battling again as you know on top of an ED. I just hope that i can break through again……………………

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  6. Excellent, excellent post. I appreciate the insights and your honesty and the joy you are finding now in life away from the grips of The Thief.

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