My depression lies to me. One of the lies it tells me is that I don’t do things right, up to and including depression. That is, it tells me that my depression is not the same experience others have (based on conversations and my reading), therefore it probably isn’t even depression at all, and why am I bothering with anti-depressants in the first place?
Luckily one blogger mentioned how her depression lies to her, and so I can acknowledge that even though mine is giving me a different message than hers did, I am also being lied to.
