I am here to complain a bit. It’s about my depression.
See, I’ve applied to a lot, and I mean a lot, of out of state programs to engage in after I graduate college.
Ask me if my family and friends from back home support me in doing this. #theydon’t
Wanna know why?
Because, depression. That’s why.
They think that if I’m separated from them, my ‘main sources of support’, that I’ll go downhill. Probably end up in a hospital again.
Let me tell you, this really hurts.
I want to travel.
I want to live in a place that I’ve never been before. I want to meet new people. I want to experience new things.
And ya know what? I don’t want depression to stop me from doing these things.
So I googled it. I googled “traveling with depression”.
And whaddoyaknow, tons of nifty blogs popped up.
Friends. Please. I know that you love the people that are close to you, but please encourage them to follow their dreams, for goodness sakes. Sometimes a dream is all that they feel like they have.
Depression is going to be there whether I like it or not.
Changes like graduating and finding a job and living somewhere new, are going to be difficult – I acknowledge that. But I’m not going to let it sink me down.
I know my depression better now and I have the fight in me to keep going. To do self-care when it’s hard. To connect with others when I feel like isolating.
Depression, make some room. Friends, don’t freak out too much.
But I’m moving to North Carolina.