When an individual suffers from depression, they are forced to act in 1 of 3 ways.
1. They can give up and let depressions grip pull them into complete desolation,
2. They can seek out help and take steps in order to loosen depressions grip,
3. Or they can escape from reality whether it be through drugs, books, tv, oversleep, etc.. They put up a smokescreen between themselves and depression. As it is, things aren’t so scary or daunting when you can’t see them.
As someone with depression, in the past I resorted to drugs as an escape from reality. Recently I’ve taken up reading for what I thought was an acceptable reason but I’ve noticed that I’ll often blow off things that have to be done in the real world so that I can read for a little longer. I’ll spend upwards of 6-8 hours a day reading just so I can go on imaginary adventures in impossible realities. While #1 of the aforementioned list is not an option and #3 has become somewhat of an addiction, I still can’t find the motivation or the will to lay down my dignity and ask for help within my family or from a therapist. I’m not asking for anyone’s pity or anything, I just thought it might be valuable to show people that escapism is like putting a bandaid on a gunshot wound, you can’t see the wound anymore but it’s not going to fix the problem.