A lot of people don’t know this about me, but for the past few months, I’ve been seeing a therapist. And when I say “seeing” I don’t mean in a romantic way. I mean in a “lie on the couch and tell me about your life” kind of way. The reason? I’m depressed.
Now, ask anyone who has ever had even the slightest bit of disappointment in their lives, and more often than not, they will proclaim “I’m depressed” without actually knowing what the word even really means. Most times, saying you’re depressed because of the weather, or you hate your co-workers, or the Leafs lost, doesn’t even begin to cover depression. Truth is, depression is a scary thing, and if not treated, can only get worse over time.
When I started to notice a few of the signs of depression (Loss of interest or pleasure in activities you used to enjoy, Sleeping more or less, Lack of energy and fatigue) I figured I should probably do something about it. I’ve decided to hold off on anything to do with taking medication – at least for the time being. Talking to someone certainly helps and finding interesting things to do that help me get out of the house and feel animated.
Last night I met up with a few friends and we went for a sushi dinner at this restaurant I hadn’t been to in years. It was nice to get out of the house and do something that didn’t involve pacing back and forth and wondering what the next chapter of my life will hold in store. And I do feel more positive about myself after talking with someone, both on a friendship level as well as a professional level.