Okay I vent every once in a blue moon and then instantly delete my vent if it’s too depressing because I have trouble talking about my problems! But imma try not to delete this.
Maybe I should talk about why I have trouble talking about my issues.
So my whole life, every time I tell someone that I’m sad or something, it’s always “don’t be sad. Other people have it far worse. You should be happy that you have a roof over your head, food and water and a loving family.” And that just makes me feel like “oh, so my emotions and feelings are wrong. They are invalid. I should not be feeling sad, I am a bad person for feeling sad.” And so I just… stopped talking. It’s like, the world’s smallest violin. Sure other people have it worse but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. It doesn’t make my feelings any less real or there. Eventually I just couldn’t find a way to be happy but being sad makes me a bad person so… nothing. I became depressed. Yay. I lost interest in… everything. I just didn’t care anymore.
And that’s the story of how I stopped talking about my problems and became depressed.