A quick look at (bipolar) depression (me & the ac reflect)

Life at 15 Feet & Under

stolen from our shitty blog at the old place that shall not be named:

Depression.

I assume most reading this have an idea what depression is. This is one side of the bipolar ride.

It is the depths of hell, going from feeling like a “normal” person, to wanting to stay in your robe all day, praying for death as you lay in bed or on the couch. When you are the person who is depressed, you miss your old self, your old life.

Let’s say “normal” is 5 feet and depression equals a negative 10
“Ouch…big fall…it sucks, it sucks hard, right?”

Now, let’s say your normal is 15 feet and depression is still a negative 10.
Life at the 15 foot altitude is, for the most part, pretty awesome.
The 5 footers love being around you.
Hell, the boss even loves you.
Who doesn’t love being around a creative, intelligent, quick witted, fun, energizer bunny?
Just being around a person like that…heck, everyone benefits.

Society has reaped the benefits of the 15 footers since the beginning of time.

The energizer bunnies of the world enrich our lives…the comedians, writers, musicians, entrepreneurs,artists, the doers…not just the dreamers,they are the non-stop, all giving, never say die PTA volunteers…you know the type.
Living at 15 feet is socially acceptable, it is also encouraged by the 5 footers.

So a rapid decent to negative 10 is a hard fall.
Depression is depression….-10 is -10 no matter what distance you started from.
It’s the bowels of hell.

I’m not blowing off unipolar depression, don’t misunderstand…I am only trying to
explain…
If you are depressed, you think you miss(ed) the 5 foot living?
Try missing the “baseline 15″
That’s a long way to fall. Sometimes it is a long, hard journey back and
sometimes you bounce…bounce real high, real fast. The brain sometimes misses the 15 foot marker and keeps going….to 25 feet or more.

(that’s some big trouble we’ll talk about later)

Sometimes I think the 15 footers are taken for granted in this world.
…and heaven forbid if they fall to -10.
How dare they?

When the 15 footer falls, the majority of people who know that person are just put out that their energizer bunny needs recharging.
And that sucks.
Being depressed and putting up with the moaning from the peanut gallery all at the same time stinks.
Anyone who’s been depressed knows how much it blows when people are put out by you being sick.
Why don’t they try it and see if they can just “snap out of it”

So I guess what I’m saying is:
It can’t be fun(ny) all the time dammit.

I’ve seen it happen to many 15 footers . They’re always great fun to be around, great for advice and support; but let one get depressed, and some people are like, What?

(AC)
All the “5’s” wonder why the “funny girl” ain’t so funny anymore. When i look in the mirror i miss myself at “15″… my fun, nonstop energy, too busy to sleep, to busy to eat, everything sounds like a good idea, lets go on a road trip self. But i still see my semi-productive member of society “2″ self. I’m still getting the kid to dance class and baking cookies for the teachers at school. Just doing it in sweats and a ball cap while carrying an extra 30 pounds around. The house is a mess and the beds ain’t made, but the family still has their basic needs fulfilled. So leave me the fuck alone.