by Jeph Johnson
The saddest thing in my world is that I must face depression alone and this causes anxiety. So I try to reach out to care when I see someone else, especially someone who is depressed. But when I do I invariably discover they are stricken with social anxiety and therefore not available for providing the sort of intimacy I equate with love and caring.
Causes of depression for me:
-Realizing people who used to love and care about me no longer do (past).
-Feeling like no one currently loves or cares about me (present).
-Worrying that no one will love me or care again (future).
My anxiety always stems from external forces I have no control over. If I have control over things I am not anxious.
But even though the solution is so simple, it's not within my reach as it involves other people. My happiness has evolved in such a way that sharing laughter and joy and happiness and pleasure with others are what I value most.
Yet somehow this makes me self-centered and undesirable.
Because my intent is to please other people, when they are not receptive to it, it deepens my depression.
I know people are going to say I have to take responsibility for my depression and not put the blame on others but if I do that I'm being disingenuous. It indeed is other people caring about and loving me and allowing me to care for and love them back that makes me happy.