The Faces of Depression. #SmileSelfie

We have been known to suffer with Depression.

We dance, we sing, we play, we laugh, we live and we work very hard every day to survive.

We are depressed.

I guess this must also mean we have ‘Mental Health Issues.’

We have become accustomed to the labelling.

The stigma.

Sometimes in the darkest of our moments, when we are very much alone and isolated in the fog, we may wish for the strength to disappear, to stop the fear, the anxiety, the pain, the voices, the feeling of constantly being misunderstood.

Sometimes the pain is so acute we wish we could cease to exist.

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But that moment doesn’t look like this.

We do not spend our days in darkened rooms holding our heads in our hands wearing nothing but our soiled underwear.

You will never see me wearing a perfectly ironed t-shirt, with perfectly coiffed hair, looking longingly at the palm of my hand resting on a white wall, during a bad week.

I will not shave my beautiful head and walk around pounding my beautiful forehead with my beautiful fist while experiencing suicidal thoughts.

My head is not full of pills as the stigma suggests, because actually, like most, I am so scared of losing myself I refuse to take them.

I am not beautifully ill.

I will not slice my arms in neat little lines, add a lovely sepia filter and post it on Instagram for attention.

I will slice my arms ugly because I hate myself, and will show nobody.

I will scream silently in to the night after spending the day grinning.

Depression is not romantic.

It is gritty, and dirty and scary, it is offensive and obnoxious, overpowering and above all, a bully.

It is the swelling around the cheeks, the dryness around mouth, the hooded eyes, the darkness that swallows the brain, the stoop… the tight smile, the shadows chasing you down, the laughter a little too loud, the slight pause, the retreat, the fear…

And we are living it, fighting it, beating it and most importantly surviving.

We play with toy cars, we go out drinking with our friends, we sit at desks and laugh at stupid jokes, we watch thought provoking films, laugh with our heads thrown back and we have crazy hot sex.

We enjoy ourselves and we fight.

We fight and we fight and we fight and we fight.

And sometimes we lose.

When we lose, we lose badly.

The string of snot falling from a nose, the gasping for breath from behind lungs filled with sadness, the blackened fingertips from the smearing of mascara, the pounding head from a night spent in agonising grief, the avoiding eye contact, the wanting to die, the inability to see the future.

And then?

There is always an And Then.

While you feel uncomfortable and shudder at the thought of ‘depression’, we are forced to pick ourselves back up.

And occasionally, when we do, we are ok again for a while.

We have been known to suffer with depression.

We are not crazy.

We are not selfish.

We are not choosing to live with this illness and We are not making it up ‘when it suits us.’

We are depressed.

We are unable to ‘snap out of it’ at times.

‘Smiling more’ will not fix us.

We are Depressed.

And we live.

We do not live lightly but we do live.

We will not fade behind a stigma.

This is what it looks like. 

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 These are the faces of fighters.

Some of these beautiful people are winners.

We are depressed, and we do not live in black and white, however much we may want to at times.

These are the faces that show you, you are never alone.

These are the faces of family.

These are the smiles of the bravest, most unbelievable fighters who inspire, love and live every day.

This is the real story of depression, the real representation of the fight, the truth.

And I couldn’t give a damn if talking about depression makes you uncomfortable. 

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21 Comments on “The Faces of Depression. #SmileSelfie

  1. Pingback: Depression - the taboo - Julie's Notebook

  2. This blog is amazing. My mate Sarah told me about it and I’m so glad she did, it’s the most honest thing I’ve read in ages. Fantastic writing and fantastic spirit. Lexy you are wonderful and I’ll be an avid reader from now on. x

  3. What a fantastic post I have been meaning to do one in similar vane with my daughter age nearly 16 suffering from depression since 13. It is the crappiest of diseases, I try and be as open as I can about it to try and break the stigma.

    It is so hard to explain, even harder as I experience it on a outside level looking in. The obsession of people thinking it is cool or in helps no-one!

    One day people will understand but until that day posts like this really help. Thank you xxx

    • So true and I’m so sorry your daughter is suffering. That must be absolutely heart wrenching to watch and experience. Thank goodness she has you. It must be hard on both of you. Big love. We are all in it together. Any help or support I can offer (mainly just a shoulder to lean on) I’m always here!

  4. I love this post and I love the whole concept. Each month I collect my broken family’s smiles to remind us that we can be happy, to remind me that I am not a total failure. The smiles are very important, because the darkness tries to steal them, but we can win. One smile at a time xx

  5. Brilliant post and totally inspirational as always. I wish we could see more positive posts like this about depression. We should celebrate the strength that we find within ourselves. X

    • Your so right. We should. But we don’t. I fell victim recently to avoiding the truth and pretending I was poorly with flu. We should be proud we get on with it. But it’s not as easy as saying it x

  6. I am so proud to be a part of this. We’re not pariahs, we’re not ‘nutters’ and if we want to talk about it we should be able to without being judged. Thanks Lexy – YOU’RE gorgeous and amazing xxx

    • I am proud to be able to know you enough to use your photo. You’ve always been an inspiration in my life. You are the amazing and gorgeous one. Thank you x

  7. You are amazing, thank you for writing this. I glimpsed it in my timeline earlier and I almost sent you a photo, almost. But that would be admitting and we both know I don’t like to.

    But thank you.

    • I nearly didn’t post it. I nearly didn’t. I started a new job. I wanted to hide it. But then I thought why. Then i remembered why. So many reasons. And I respect you for even considering it. As always missis. Love thee.

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