Here is something you probably don’t know about depression, sometimes the good days are actually worse than the bad.
Back when I was contemplating suicide I was used to the bad days, they became mundane and normal. Then all of a sudden I would have a great day, an evening with a group of friends that made me laugh so much I was actually in pain, but then it hits you. This is the best time to die, that way the last memory of you is happy. Everyone can remember the good times with you. End on a high note, leave everyone wanting more.
When it comes to the down days, everyone’s best advice is to just get through it and know the good times are coming. The good times are what you survive for, and once they arrive, what next?
Fairy tales always stop at the wedding, “and they lived happily ever after”, and people commonly ask, what next? Did the prince get annoyed that his new wife wasn’t as perfect as she seemed, or did she get annoyed that being a princess wasn’t as fun as she imagined. No one really knows, the wedding was the end of the story. Essentially there is no “what next”.
Well, that is how I felt about good days, they where what I survived for and once I was back to the good days, what did I do now? What that the end of the line? The last chapter? Apparently not since I am here writing this.
*spoiler alert* After the good days comes more good days, then some bad, and so on and so forth, until you find your rhythm. There is no end of the line, no magic ‘good day’ to end all the bad ones, and thank god for that. That is a lot of pressure for 1 day.
Instead, I try to thing of the good in every day, a text, a funny photo, a decent cup of tea. It’s easier, and less pressure, to have a good moment than a good day and it makes it easier to have a bad moment instead of a bad day. That way I’m not waiting for an elusive good day to make every better, every day is good, even if it’s a bad day. A day where I’m tired, and everything seems overwhelming, I just need 1 moment to snap back to reality. Even if reality is just as tiring and overwhelming….
I read a book (fiction, not self help) where you should write down 3 things you are thankful for every day. I don’t do this, I’d forget and miss a day and then the book wouldn’t be perfect and I’d get annoyed and want a new notebook, but I like the concept. I have a pessimistic outlook on life and I think it very easy to focus on the negative, so sometimes my nice moment on a bad day, is just the thought that I got through it.
And there is nothing wrong with that.