What if depression didn’t have to be a secret?
What if we didn’t fear admitting anxiety?
What if telling others about our struggles was socially acceptable?
What if we could post “I’m having a terrible day. I want to hurt myself/my kids/my dog…whatever” on social media and our friends wouldn’t ignore the plea but would rush to help us, instead?
What if admitting post-partum depression wasn’t met with “you wanted kids.” As if by wanting kids we some how chose mental imballance too.
What if writing this blog didn’t feel like posting a naked selfie because it feels just as inappropriate?
What if spouses could vent to friends when they need support with a depressed loved one, without feeling judged?
What if we all admitted depression has touched us personally, or some one very close to us?
What if we admitted how scarey and lonely it feels?
What if we changed all this?