Yes, that’s me. I’m nobody. I was born a nobody, I lived life as a nobody, I have always been a nobody, I am still a nobody and no doubt, I will die a nobody.
If you feel as if therapy might help you, I encourage you to seek it out. The hardest part is just making that first call, reaching out and taking the first step.
Usually the best way for me to start feeling better about myself is to do something nice for somebody else. My friends are used to me periodically asking that they do something nice on my social media page, usually for some stranger.
Whether people understand why it should be so or not, there is likely to be a dramatic increase in depression because of isolation. It’s important to remember that there are ways to mitigate this depression.
I wish I had not met this friend on campus, because then Megan would still be alive in my heart. It might only be one of ignorance, but in my world, she would still be alive, somewhere.
The psychologists tell me that it’s a problem with my serotonin. I’ve been prescribed serotonin re uptake blockers, basically keeping higher levels of serotonin in the intracellular fluids between my nerve cells. If it’s not taken back up, this “happiness” hormone is more likely to find its cell site to bind to make me feel happier.
In a strong wind, the concrete in a bridge will crack and need repairs far more often than the flexible metal framework holding it up.