I guess my name says it all. I am a depression unicorn. highly functioning in the world. I have loved ones who care about me, though i can’t “feel” their love… generally i feel numb…i am very professionally successful. I have even learned to be a wonderful actor and show the world what it wants to see “the beautiful part of me”.
But on the inside , i feel death and sadness follow me like a shadow. with very few people that i trust, who know the REAL me the one that has suffered … truly SUFFERED…from depression for 40 years.
Every classic symptom /every medication treatment, all unsuccessful.
I wake up every day and go through the motions.
Yet somehow deep inside me there is that one %chance of hope. that someday this illness will just evaporate from my mind.
That I’ll be “better“.
I must say I am an angry unicorn at times. My depression looks very male, in that, I get angry a lot. but I can be very girly and cry three times a day too. This is the fickleness of a depression unicorn.
well, I thought I’d say hello. So there I’ve done it . maybe this counts as doing something for myself today.