Wednesday, February 24, 2016

I, Me.

This is another guest piece from a very good friend of mine, who wishes to remain anonymous. I'm honoured and humbled that they chose my blog as a platform. Depression sucks.  It throttles, dehumanises, exhausts.. but it can be recognised, acknowledged, fought.  But we need to talk about it. Over to them...

I wanted to run, to hide, to get as far away as possible, never to go back. But where could I go? How could I escape from the endless drudge that my existence had become?


I had become an automaton. An imitation. A shadow of my real self. Did I even know who 'I' was any more. Bogged down by an insurmountable mountain of paper, books, demands, expectations. Paranoia overwhelmed me. Everybody in that place was looking, watching, ready to pounce when something, anything, no matter how small wasn't quite right.

I only knew two things. Both at the same time. I could do the job. But I couldn't do the job. At the same time.

Anxiety was my constant companion. Walking with me and waiting around each corner, always ready to climb on my shoulders, weigh me down, overwhelm me to the point that I couldn't make a simple choice between stay and go. My Fight was gone. All I had left to give was Flight, Run, Hide.

Tears came. Not many, but enough. Enough to show me I was right to run. That I was right to run and that 'I' was still there.

But still there.

I would be able to find myself again, to recover my 'Me'.


I will need all of these to walk with me on the path but, I will be 'Me' again. Some will be my new  constant companions, some will come and go. There will be times when the old companions will return, when they are hard to ignore. But I won't allow them to control or overwhelm me.

I will, though, find the old 'Me'. Or will it be a new, better, stronger, 'Me'. Time will tell but, I hope, just like the last time this happened, another new and better 'Me' will emerge from the cocoon I've  wrapped around my self.

I've already started to plan, to build the new 'Me'. Built on the strength I've gained from the past and the hope I have for the future. There is a light ahead, sometimes bright and shiny, other times dim and distant. It's there though.

A future.




  1. You think you have it bad? I'm 26 years old. Never had friends. Never had a girlfriend. Rejected multiple times from girls that I thought was the one. The last rejection hurt me so bad I became dysfunctional and got fired from my job. I have been unemployed for a year now and all I do is sleep and lay in my bed. The only happiness I have is knowing that one day I will die and this nightmare will be over. I wish I was dead. I wish I was never born. Once I run out of money, I will commit suicide.

    1. Everyone's pain is different. There's no contest here. You've both had horrible experiences in your lives.

      I'm so sorry to read what you've been going through. It sounds like a hard life for you to live. It's your choice if you want to take your life, but I care what happens to you. There are people who will listen to you with no judgement. Please consider contacting a suicide helpline such as The Samaritans in the UK (freephone 116123), or the US suicide helpline (1-800-273-8255), I obviously don't know where in the world you are, but please try to get assistance. No matter what you believe, the world is a better place with you in it.


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