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Let’s be real, depression is not anyone’s friend.

Does anyone think depression is their pal?

There’s that whole tortured artist brouhaha about needing drugs/mental illness/angst in order to create aaaaaart.

Yeah.

I call BS on that.

Indeed, the main Source needed to create art is a connection with, well, Source.

And being depressed seriously messes with that.

The first time I encountered depression in any form was during adolescence.

Up until sixth grade, things were pretty good.

Then I hit my teens and suddenly everything sucked. Like reeeeeeally sucked.

I hated myself. I hated my body. I hated my life.

At one point, I developed anorexia and lost so much weight my parents had to stage an intervention with a friend who was a doctor. Luckily, it worked. But I was still severely unhappy.

I remember studying the French existentialists in high school. You know, that fun “life is meaningless” crew?!

My teacher let me know that I seemed to embrace their philosophy a little too wholeheartedly.

I didn’t know what she was talking about. As far as I was concerned, those existentialists got it.

Life was absolutely and utterly meaningless, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Yeah.

Good times!

Things got a little better for me in college, but I was still unhappy a lot. A lot. 

In order to self-soothe, I turned to sugar. You know the stuff. That fun little “treat” that jacks you up high, high, high, then pulls you down, down, down.

As with any attempt to self-medicate, my drug of choice was actually perpetuating the symptom it was supposed to alleviate.

The first big relief from the blues came when I was 23 years old.

Two key things happened when I was 23:

1. I discovered that Source was real. Like, I could communicate with It. And It could communicate with me. It blew my mind.

2. In all that wonderful new communication, Source guided me to stop eating sugar.

Once I got off sugar, I realized I’d been depressed the entire time I’d been abusing sugar.

That is, since 6th grade.

Hmmmmm. Interesting.

Also around this time, I started meditating, exercising regularly, and eating well. Getting off sugar allowed me to readjust my palate to appreciate actual food.

All of these things helped a lot with pushing away depressive symptoms.

But here’s the thing.

If I don’t do certain things – meditate, eat well, exercise, stay off sugar, and get enough sleep, another key factor – I’m at risk.

Thankfully, I’ve been able to stay on course with all these things, for the most part. The one that occasionally falls off is sleep.

And when I don’t get enough sleep?

Let’s just say I climb back in bed with the existentialists. Well, not bed exactly, because there’s no sleeping involved. I go off to the café with the French dudes, where we sit up all night and talk about the absurdity of our meaningless existences.

Bon Temps! (Good Times! In French!)  

What’s weird these days is that I’m out there, in the public eye, promoting positivity as a way of life.

So when I’m feeling blue, that’s serious fodder for me and the French dudes.

Look at you! Who would be motivated by you? You are a tiny barnacle on the ass of Life. You can’t even motivate yourself to feel better about anything. Why are you even bothering? You need to quit. Quit everything. Right now! Au Revoir!!!!! 

I have friends who have tried anti-depressants, and I know that, for them, it has been a life-saver. I’ve thought about them at various times, but so far it seems that my exercise/diet/sleep/meditate combo does the trick. At least, as long as I actually do all those things.

Thus, I have to be very careful and very vigilant to keep those things in place.

(The diet/exercise/sleep/meditation quartet also works for me because my depressive episodes could be categorized as more like dysthymia than major depression. In cases of major depression, medication can be a key factor in recovery.)

I wanted to write this post for three reasons.

First, I wanted to cop to the fact that I’m not always super super cheery.

(I’ve noticed that, when I share this with folks who only know the public side of me, they seem relieved.)

Second, I wanted to share what’s worked for me to stave off the French existentialists.

Third? I wanted to talk about this issue because Melissa and I had a friend take her own life last year. A friend who was depressed and refused to go on medication, even though she was told it could save her life.

Like I say, medication is not a route that I’ve needed to embark upon. So far.

But if I was told it could save my life? I hope I would take it.

I hope you would take it too.

Or if the sleep/diet/exercise/meditation combo could work to improve any of the symptoms you’re now having, I hope you’d check them out.

The main thing I try to remember is who my friends are.

Depression? Sugar? The French dudes?

Not my friends.

Meditation? Exercise? Healthy diet? Sleep?

My friends!

So here’s to knowing our true friends. And hanging out with them as often as possible!

(Sorry French dudes. Have No Fun without me!)

What is your experience with dealing with depression? Share your comments below.

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