Sometimes it feels like Depression is another member of our family. I've seen him walk with various other members. He has been around for so long, he doesn't seem like a visitor anymore.
At times he will hang out in the background, examining things, taking it all in. Other times he will invade our lives like a child having a tantrum.
It's tough to be sad about it. It's part of who we are. To wish it away would be to wish away all we've learned from our walks with him. It would mean we weren't as strong or understanding. It would mean we were a little more hollow.
I mention this because today I re-read a post my daughter wrote about it last year, while at college (which you should go read). It is such a part of her as well. Kind of a travelling companion. Like taking a friend with you wherever you go.
I know it sounds strange when I describe depression this way. Like a friend. Like a family member. But if you've experienced it then it probably makes total sense. It can be a comfort. It can help you understand who you are. It can give you strength when you have none. And like friends and family, it can be very trying.
Learning to understand Depression for the part he plays in our family helps. It's part of why we understand each other, enjoy each other, even while we kind of freak other people out.
Just think of Depression as the crazy cousin who got drunk and passed out on the couch. Yes, he's tough to deal with but he's still family.