Over the past couple of days I’ve had numerous people tell me about their depressed and suicidal thoughts. That’s nothing new but I’ve never had such a large multitude approach me at the same time. Then I read Jenny Lawson’s post about there being something about September that wanted to kill you and it all clicked.
In my country September is usually the first month of real warm weather and the beginning of the rainy season. It’s also the Jewish new Year and as someone who keeps it every year I couldn’t help but notice that around this time people’s fortunes would change for either the better of worse. I’ve seen people lose their entire careers and enter deep depression at this time of the year and honestly…this is also around the time that I had to move back with my mom🤦🏾♀️. I guess it’s a huge turning point spiritually speaking if you believe in that stuff.
You probably asking how someone as mentally unstable as myself can handle the problems of others. Honestly I’m mentally unstable when it comes to my own things, but I suppose my thing of not denying what I’m going through and talking about it makes people comfy enough to confide in me. And it doesn’t really burden me. It’s nice to help people through their problems and be a bit of light in the darkness that their facing. The only problem is when I’m going through the darkness and don’t have anyone trustworthy to confide in🥲. But that hasn’t been the case in recent years as I’ve consciously cut off toxic people from my life.
And I guess that’s one of the key things about surviving depressive seasons whether they are in September or not. And that’s being surrounded by good people who remind you that that darkness is a lie and there’s light at the end of the tunnel. And also being in a good place. Some areas, neighborhoods, cities, countries, continents may just make you depressed being there. I know environment is everything for me besides kind people.
I don’t know what else to write but extracalifragilisticembialdocious🙃