{"id":1245,"date":"2014-06-27T00:57:45","date_gmt":"2014-06-27T07:57:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/?p=1245"},"modified":"2018-05-15T09:56:56","modified_gmt":"2018-05-15T16:56:56","slug":"depressed-its-ok-to-hide-it-sometimes-but-you-can-still-have-a-good-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/depressed-its-ok-to-hide-it-sometimes-but-you-can-still-have-a-good-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Depressed? It’s ok to hide it sometimes….but you can still have a good time."},"content":{"rendered":"

\"hide<\/a>I know, it’s darn hard to hide depression sometimes- but you have to learn to do it. Here’s a journal entry from a few years ago.<\/p>\n

I am in Michigan visiting my dad. My nephew is here. I’ve had a wonderful time in many ways. Unfortunately, yesterday was not so wonderful depression wise as I was down for most of the day.\u00a0 In the past, that would have affected my behavior- which means I would be a downer for the people around me.<\/em><\/p>\n

I don’t allow that any more. I was able to function- have some fun- eat a great meal- play dominoes with my dad and nephew- even when the thoughts were raging. I just have to let them sit there in the background like the demons they are. I hate this illness so much, but I’ve learned that I don’t have to feel good in order to have a good time. I acted like I was ok- and now I have a good memory of our time hanging out instead of the feeling of loss I would have had if I had acted depressed. <\/em><\/p>\n

Depression is selfish- it wants to be the center of attention. That is our reality. I get jealous when I see others who have lives free of depression.\u00a0 I wish- with all of my heart that I could be like them. I’m not- that’s for sure- but I can act like them when needed. It helps me feel a lot better as well.<\/p>\n

Julie<\/p>\n

I just received this comment from April:<\/p>\n

When I first start feeling bad, I really try to fight it and I try to put on a bright smile on my face and maintain a positive attitude, while saving the crying spells for the car. Now, I go to the psychiatrist for a med change or adjustment. If I keep hiding behind smiles while depression takes over I get severely suicidal and end up in hospitaL. This is something I am trying to avoid. As I get older,the depression gets worse and worse. Be sureeyou get help right away. I am so sick and tired of this disease.<\/p>\n

My reply:<\/p>\n

Hi April,<\/p>\n

Thank you for your comment. I realize I was not clear enough in my post. I was talking about mild to moderate depression. I agree that if it\u2019s serious, you cannot just hide it and get on. I am talking about the kind where everything just seems worthless and awful- and you feel your life is pointless, but are still functioning. I am glad you made the distinction. If I am crying a lot or get catatonic, I know something has triggered it or my meds are off and just acting like I’m ok is not enough! \u00a0I am sick and very tired of bipolar as well, but it can be managed!<\/p>\n

Julie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"hide<\/a>I know, it’s darn hard to hide depression sometimes- but you have to learn to do it. Here’s a journal entry from a few years ago.<\/p>\n

I am in Michigan visiting my dad. My nephew is here. I’ve had a wonderful time in many ways. Unfortunately, yesterday was not so wonderful depression wise as I was down for most of the day. In the past, that would have affected my behavior- which means I would be a downer for the people around me.<\/p>\n

I don’t allow that any more. I was able to function- have some fun- eat a great meal- play dominoes with my dad and nephew- even when the thoughts were raging. I just have to let them sit there in the background like the demons they are. I hate this illness so much, but I’ve learned that I don’t [ Read More ]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1245"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1245"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11293,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1245\/revisions\/11293"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bipolarhappens.com\/bhblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}