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Reach out for help.

This is such a simple phrase. But putting those words into action feels anything but simple when you are in the throes of depression. I have struggled with depression and anxiety for years and I know I should tell someone when I’m struggling. But there is a huge mental block that often prevents me from doing so. And it’s not for the reasons you might think.

I am lucky my conditions are well-controlled most of the time. But like most chronic conditions, symptoms ebb and flow. I can feel great most of the time and then all of a sudden, experience a drop in mood. Sometimes it just lasts a day, and other times weeks or months. I never know whether the changes will affect me for a short time or for a longer time.

So the truth is, I don’t always reach out when I’m feeling bad.

It doesn’t seem worth bothering anyone about. I don’t want to seem like the boy who cried wolf and ask for help when I can probably get by on my own. I’ll save the asking for help for when I really need it. In fact, most of the time I don’t tell anyone I’m having a depressive episode except my husband or therapist.

That doesn’t mean I don’t want support from friends and family. I actually really, really do. If my depressive episode continues for more than a few days, it starts to become clear I really do need some support. I often find myself wishing someone would text me, notice me, anything.

But I can’t bring myself to reach out.

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Trying to ask for help feels overwhelming and embarrassing. There are a lot of mental hurdles to jump over to make myself do the logical thing. Depression and anxiety can feel paralyzing.

No matter how much I hear (and tell others) there is no shame in reaching out for help, when I’m feeling low, doing that can feel impossible.

Negative thoughts fire through my brain discouraging me from telling anyone what I’m really going through. These are not thoughts I want to have, but I feel powerless to get rid of them.

Will they think I’m crazy?

They’re going to get annoyed that I’m always needy and unhappy. I’m such a burden.

They’re not going to want to deal with this crap. I don’t even want to deal with this crap.

If they really knew what I thought, and how often I thought this way, they wouldn’t want to be friends with me.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Nothing will ever get better. No one can help me.

And that’s why depression is so, so hard. Because your own brain lies to you, and those lies feel so real.

I have a visceral reaction to these thoughts which brings me to tears. Lies become truth, and truth becomes a lie. Nothing makes sense. Trying to sort through those lies feels like swimming against the current. And sometimes I just can’t do it.

So I suffer in silence, hoping it will pass.

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Over the years I have gotten better about being more straightforward about how I’m feeling, but it’s still difficult to be so vulnerable. You feel exposed, like there’s a spotlight on you as you’re standing naked in the middle of a crowded room. It has taken me a long time to learn how to muster the energy for that type of discomfort.

If someone you know does reach out to you saying they are having a bad day, know it probably took a lot of internal struggle just to take that step. And they are probably feeling a lot worse then they are letting on. Because no one wants to start a conversation with, “Hey what’s up? I’ve been crying all day.”

If I don’t reach out, it’s not because you haven’t been a good friend. It’s because I feel so separate from the rest of the world, and that separation feels too big for me to breach on my own.

And that’s why people with mental illness need support from friends and family. To remind us of what’s real. To remind us not to listen to those lies. To remind us that things will get better and what’s happening right now truly isn’t the end of the world.

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Keep reaching out to your friends even if they don’t respond. While it’s not your job to save me or anyone else, having a friend proactively reach out can bring immense comfort, relief, and the feeling of being understood.

And that can make all the difference.

Previously published on the author’s Facebook page

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Kristen Gardiner

Kristen recently moved to the Dallas area with her husband and three wild and crazy boys, ages 9, 7, and 4. She is a stay-at-home mom who loves Whataburger, Real Housewives, Diet Coke and being an active member of the LDS Church. Kristen has a Bachelor's degree in Marketing from Texas A&M and an M.B.A. from Texas A&M-Corpus Christi. Kristen is also a certified Child Passenger Safety Technician and has a passion for contributing hands-on car seat education to the community. You can read more car seat tips on her blog: Driving Mom Crazy.

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