The other day someone mentioned to me that it was okay for me to admit I was depressed.
When she said this, I about dropping everything I was carrying and tripped over my own two feet.
They said that because I was still sad about my grandfather passing and since I was so tired lately, I might need to go on medicine so my "depression" doesn't get out of control.
Of course, when you insist to someone who thinks you're depressed that you're not, they swear you're in denial.
To set the record straight: I. AM. NOT. DEPRESSED.
See, my issue is that I'm human.
And humans tend to have emotions.
When a beloved family member passes away, no matter how prepared you are for it, you still cry about it. You have emotions because death is not easy.
And when you're exhausted from chasing around a very active toddler and you stay up all night writing, you tend to show the emotion that you're tired and yawn... a lot.
I do not believe in taking medicine for feeling perfectly normal human emotions. I understand that for some this option has worked wonders for them, but it's not for me.
Besides, why do I need to mask my emotions with medicine? Why do I need to dull life in general because I go through normal, typical temperments of a woman?
Crying does not make one in dire need of medical attention. Yawning all the time does not mean you are on the road to crazy town.
I'm not posting this to offend anyone who needs medical help or treatment for their issues. I'm writing this because I'm tired of people assuming they know what's up with me.
The Fifth Year Of Annie
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