I love language. I believe the words we choose shape our minds and our world. This is why I choose to say, “I have depression” instead of saying, “I’m depressed.” My depression diagnosis is a part of me, but it isn’t all of me. Using positive language to describe my illness helps me manage my illness.
At times, I definitely feel like I am a walking pit of doom and gloom. I feel so depressed that I literally can’t believe I’ll ever feel anything good ever again. I wonder, why live when I feel like dying? No feeling ever lasts forever, though. If I wait it out, usually a friend will text me or I’ll see a new recipe I want to try. The world reminds me that there is more to me than my depression.