LuluSLR: Tier 3 is Depression

I was driving along this morning feeling rather down in the mouth (odd saying) and thinking about what Christmas is going to look like for Joe Public and all the local businesses. I realised it is going to be so different and hopefully something we won't have to experience again in our lifetime. It also got my thinking about what it feels like to be in lockdown.

And that is when I realised that being in a period of depression is like being in Tier 3; there are people next door going about their lives in Tiers 1 & 2 and then there is you. Locked up with no idea when it will end. Not able to go out and have fun. Not able to do what other "normal" people can do. It isnt like lockdown - as that is soemthing everyone is put through; this is just for you; your own little Tier courtesy of your mind.

I know it sounds daft but so many people cannot understand mental health problems and even those that have them find it difficult to explain. How do you describe something to someone that changes on an hourly basis; that comes from nowhere and blindsides you? How do you describe feelings when in reality you are numb; devoid of all emotion?

Well now we have all experienced lockdown and can imagine what the different tiers are like. We can see businesses closing and people locked inside their homes unable to leave due to having to isolate. This is, for me at least, a great analogy....

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As a teenager we lived next door to a lady with depression. She and her husband were lovely people, they would always stop and chat, but sometimes she would retreat and we wouldn't see her for months. Instead we would only see Ernie on his daily walk. Then suddenly she would be back beside him with long hair (Gladys always had short hair). I didn't really take much notice but can remember my mum commenting about Gladys and her long hair meaning she had been depressed. Now, looking back, I can see how they were connected. How Glady wouldn't want to leave the house and thus her hair would grow and she would look unkempt when she did reappear. I get it now. Growing up depression wasn't really something I knew much about. I know members of my family have suffered with it but it just kind of passed me by. After all we all have sad days or short periods. Well that's what I thought. Just get on with it. Keep smiling. However my short periods would get longer

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