What I’ve Learned from My Depression (Part Five)
Find A Favorite CD Because That’s Going To Be Your New Best Friend
Everyone has their favorite break-up song and their favorite album to listen to while they’re depressed. I got into fun.’s Some Nights and Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange right around the same time during the first few months of 2013 a.k.a. my re-formative months. Fun. let my quasi-emotional side come out in a swirl of ballads and anthems, while Frank Ocean wrote more poetic and melodic jams that allowed me to enjoy those moments of desire without feeling like I was backsliding. They were crucial in helping me cope without her and reconstruct my some of my romantic ideology. A good album will do wonders for the remnants of your soul.
Keep Your Photos And Saved Messages, But Don’t Romanticize Everything
There’s no reason why you shouldn’t get nostalgic on old photos and saved text messages. I did and it was nice just to think about old times and uncomplicated everything was before the ship went down. Seeing how your relationship evolved into what it was when it was its peak and going over pictures from the special moments for you two was a nice way to remember how it used to be before you realized she was a Shark and you’re a Jet, and well, let’s face it: those are pretty terrible gang names. But in seriousness, I was finding myself remembering the good times and trying to remember them in different ways, until I would immerse myself in that reality. I was disconnected from time and speak so frequently about something that happened months ago like it was last week. I wasn’t doing myself any favors by indulging in nostalgia that frequently. I found a balance between indulgence and restraint, but it takes time and people to get you back to normal.
No One Will Have The Answer You’re Looking For
There’s a theory that people never really talk to you about their problems for your opinion; you’re just a sounding board while they babble on and eventually solve the issue themselves. People just like to hear themselves talk until you can chime in and make them feel inadequate about everything. I used to do it all the time. I would rave and fume about something foolish until I looped around the solution I was trying to find in the first place. I would normally get some clichéd response, but occasionally the people I would chat with would have something productive to add to the conversation, but I would ignore it because I’m arrogant and stubborn.