I haven’t written much yet on my struggles with depression in my teens/early 20’s. Those are perhaps my most real memories. They made me who I am; they prepared me for what came next. (After all, if I could make it through some of those dark times, I could definitely make it through physical pain).
Those memories are, of course, the hardest to write about publicly.
I was just so struck by the way Natalie put her experiences into words. Of course, my story is different than hers, but I noticed a lot of parallels and her writing really just took my breath away.
Because I love good writing, and am trying to become a better writer, I’m making it a goal for 2017 to really pay attention when people use language well.
So here are two excerpts from Natalie’s post which I really loved, and want to remember:
When things got really bad, I attempted to detach myself from reality. I hardly spoke to anybody, and when I did, my words were heavy and cruel. I drove spaces between myself and the people who cared about me and felt no remorse as I did. I grew my hair until it reached my hips, I stopped wearing shoes, and I scrubbed my hands nine, ten times a day. Somehow, they felt unclean no matter what I did. I only took cold showers, and I ran every morning until the only thing I felt was the ache of my body and a heartbeat in my left ear. I figured the more worn out I was, the easier it would be to sleep again.
And yet the most important thing I’ve learned over the past couple of years is that it is possible to love a place or a person, but also know that they aren’t the right fit in any sort of permanent way. I have also learned that it is possible to know a lot of different things about a person but nothing about what they are actually like. I do not know if I will ever get used to it — having to quietly get rid of someone, having to leave some place — but I do know that it is the only thing I can do to help myself sometimes. It is the most difficult and important thing to understand that just because you need something to end in order to move on, doesn’t mean it wasn’t once the most significant, beautiful part of your life.
I feel like I could say more here, but honestly, those quotes are really all you need.