You know, a little earlier today I got to thinking. I wonder how many people I run into out in the world, that smile at me when I engage them in conversation, are truly happy? It occurred to me to think about this, because in truth, the last several days I have found myself to be in a very lonely place. Yet when I'm engaging others, how am I? Warm. Pleasant. Inviting. Usually. Is it just because I don't want to bring them down along with me? In my case, probably self-blame.
This blog should not be labeled "pity Adam and make him feel better". This is just a general curiosity on my part. I know many in my own circle of friends who approach depression the same way. Bottle it up and pretend everything is OK. Smile through it. Nah, nothing's wrong. Why do we do it? Are we masochists? Maybe we just know that the only person that can truly help us is ourselves, but all thoughts are welcome.
This blog should not be labeled "pity Adam and make him feel better". This is just a general curiosity on my part. I know many in my own circle of friends who approach depression the same way. Bottle it up and pretend everything is OK. Smile through it. Nah, nothing's wrong. Why do we do it? Are we masochists? Maybe we just know that the only person that can truly help us is ourselves, but all thoughts are welcome.
