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About 16% of you know what depression is like firsthand. And if you don't know firsthand (jealous...) chances are you know someone who has it. If you don't (and more specifically if you DO) know what this life sucking condition is like, you should read this awesome web comic that describes it, well, to a fucking tee. 

Now, people react to depression in multiple ways. Some people are remarkably compassionate and understanding (B”H” {<-- that's a Hebrew shorthand for thank G-d}). Some people love you too much to see you hurt, so they become angry with you, in fear.

Some people are so exhausted by even looking at you that they make your—and lets face it—already insurmountable amounts of shame burry you alive. I had one roommate and good friend my freshman year of college during one of my major depressive episodes tell me that, “it’s just like that Beatle’s song: ‘Here Comes the Sun.’ You’ve just got to get up and do it!” ala Barney Stinson (see video). Needless to say that friendship had an expiration date (past due at the time? Methinks yes.) Another friend also told me that taking medication was a cheater’s way out and that I needed to “do it on my own!”

Now listen.

Those people—as well meaning as they might have been (G-d give me patience…) are totally and 
absolutely FUCKING wrong. As my therapist says, “when people say just get up and do it when you have depression, 99% of the time that is totally unhelpful.”

As cliché as it may sound, you’ve just gotta find the strength within yourself, no one else can give it to you.

I found my strength in DIY projects. One sleepless night by the shamey blue light of my computer screen, I saw and idea on etsy that I liked but thought I could do better. So I got out of bed (I wasn't getting to sleep anyways) and started working on it. Since then I haven't stopped, and even though some may call this "escapist" (I do love you Dad), it's better than lying in bed for 18 hours at a time watching netflix (ok but the Downton Abbey marathon was totally worth it, depression not withstanding). But I'm getting out of bed, being productive (in a sense), wallowing less and liking myself a little more.

I hope this blog is going to be a place where I share my projects, commiserate with you folk, and get this depression fucking done and over with.

Happy DIYing y'all :).