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Talking about your feelings while depressed
There is absolutely no way to do this without coming off like an angsty goth poem.
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It's as easy as going "I am depressed. X is making me depressed, and also Y and maybe Z." and the other person goes "Well maybe this A can help you, possibly even B?"
If you must write an angsty goth poem, at least set it to angsty goth music and put it to good use.
Whenever I talk about my feelings with my friends I feel like I'm whining about things that don't matter.
POETRY A GO GO BABY!
This anguish'd hell I cannot bear,
Lugubrious sorrow in the air,
I swoon and sigh, and soon shall die,
I can't find my pencil anywhere.
Thy scarlet coat, thy HB grade,
Thy graphite markings begin to fade,
O faithful friend, until the end,
In which dusty tomb are you laid?
Alas, poor comrade, you write no more!
Snapped in twain by brutish boor!
My heart it grieves, my soul it leaves,
My high hopes shall fly nevermore...
I am depressed. My job is making me depressed, and also the economy, and maybe my wife thinking she's not good enough for me.
I have a problem somewhere between that and the OP actually. I'll be down in the doldrums and want to talk to people about it, but whenever I get the impulse I suddenly feel like they wouldn't care and I'm just being overdramatic, so I end up not saying anything and pretending everything's fine.
(I was like that for most of last week actually (and indeed, in the other tab I still have a half-written JBM thread about it), though I went to a few good friends anyway, fortunately.)
denial about it, but afterwards it seems so much more obvious that you
weren't in your normal mental state?
bothers me when I end up dwelling on social faux pases after I've
already learned my lesson and forgiven myself for making them. It's
like this lingering feeling of shame.
Yes and yes. Part of what makes depression so insidious.