When you have depression perfection seems like nirvana.
This is pretty close to perfection right?
- Having 2.4 children.
- Immaculate house
- Be in the presence of Dave Grohl
- No money issues
- Boss that isn’t a dickhead
- …Colleagues that aren’t dickheads
- Having a loving, passionate, safe relationship
When we don’t have this we feel either society nags, or own internal poor mental nags us at 3am. A growing list of things we don’t have. Or things we could have. (A could or should list). Depression is like an abuser. It will single you out at the dead of night, and make you feel like you should feel ashamed. Instead of sheep, you will go to sleep counting these worries.
The biggest piece of advice I can give is to talk to someone about it. As no one has all boxes checked. So they will be more understanding than you think. For the people that listen, always just listen. Never compare. Just because you might have had it worse doesn’t give you the right to invalidate that persons experience.
I’m not here to say “Don’t worry about it”. As we both know… that doesn’t fucking work. I’m here to say, we are all imperfect. We will all die with unfinished to do lists, and it’s the journey that makes us happy not necessarily the achievement.
To quote Theodore Roosevelt “Comparison is the thief of joy“