Apologies for the title. I suppose in my head this predicament feels a bit like people who are described as a functioning alcoholic, they have big problems but somehow… function.
I am mid 30s, have the usual worries and and day to day annoyances that everyone else does. Diagnosed moderate depression for the past 20 years, on and off medication for a majority of that time with constant medication (Effexor) for the past 2 years. I am fine, in general. It’s evened out my moods, I can get by and no one would guess how I feel, I don’t find much joy in anything but I’m not wildly unhappy. Intrusive thoughts, often have depressive / dark thoughts but again no one would know.
But then something happens and I can’t cope. Like yesterday, someone I could consider a friend lost her battle with cervical cancer. She was young. I’m heartbroken, more so than I have any right to be. She was well known in the community, well loved, the outpouring of sympathy and shock online has been huge. People knew her much better than me, I feel like I have no right to feel how I do. I’ve taken to my bed, I’m crying and crying. I’m heartbroken for her husband, her family. Everything feels very dark.
But in a day or two, I’ll push it all back down again and carry on.
Am I alone in this? I can’t help thinking so many other people must feel the same. Joyless, faking the smiles, not wildly unhappy but quite.. empty perhaps?
Has something caught you off guard you weren’t expecting and suddenly you feel all the feelings at once?
I do wonder if the world at the moment is just rather miserable and worrying and most people are just getting on with life outwardly but feeling miserable or hollow inside.
YABU - I’m very happy, inwardly and outwardly
YANBU - I keep up appearances but inside is a different story.