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100 Sad Days: Day 13; What Not to Say

Just like you cannot fix a broken leg by telling someone to walk on it (unless you are JC Telling the lame to walk) you cannot cure a depressive by telling them to cheer up. 

The following will also not help

Snap out of it (oh silly us by all means)

Sort yourself out (gosh why didn't we think of that)

You think you're depressed well... (We don't think think we are: we are under medical supervision that proves we are)

Everyone has bad days (this isn't just a bad day)

You think your life is bad.... (only say this if you are going to tell us a funny anecdote about how you did something extremely embarrassing: we are still able to laugh after all)

It could be worse (how do you know, we may be thinking about taking our lives)

Don't be stupid (we aren't we are sad)

Stop crying (we are trying to)

You think this is hard on you well you should try being me (our heads are so full of stuff we feel guilty about please don't add more to it. We already feel useless and like you want to run away anyway)

I think you need to up your meds (we know this means we think you are unbearable).

Also don't try and sort out our lives by telling us what we are doing wrong. Maybe just HELP us to see where to start. Remember it's all about small, easy, steps.

What things have you had said to you that didn't help at all?  I know many people still find it taboo to comment on a blog as they don't like  to be associated with depression so maybe you want to message or email me instead (luluslr@outlook.com).....

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  1. Unknown30 July 2014 at 07:05

    "Tomorrow's another day"......

    Great. So I'll go crawl into my bed now and give it a whirl in the morning.......!! (".)

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