It never is the people you expect. I have watched this video a million times, but nothing hits me more than when she says…“It was something unexpected. It wasn’t somebody we thought fit the script"
I am not the average woman who fits in the category of depressed. I have my dream job (actually I am up for a promotion); a family that loves me; a home to keep me warm; and friends that care about me. I am literally living out my dreams, but I, often, fall victim to an un-explainable feeling. Some days the world around me loses its color and it takes every ounce of energy to get out of bed.
It feels like I am living in black and white and the scariest part is half the time I am not sure why.
When I look around, I find that no one is talking about how depression affects our community—at least, no one that looks like me. If by some odd chance I do find one person who is willing to talk about it, their response is usually something like... "Girl stop, you are too blessed to be depressed" or "You have everything. What more could you want?"
The stats show that 56% of African Americans believe that depression is just a natural part of aging, but I refuse to believe that as I get older I am just destined to be unhappy.
The real question is why aren’t we talking about this? Black Americans are one of the most generational oppressed races. We have been victims of slavery, prejudice, police brutality, and poverty. We see our community crushed in the media every day, but yet we feel the need to be numb to everything going on around us.
We owe it to ourselves and our community to have a safe place, because it actually is okay not to be okay.
What are some of your experiences with depression? Feel free to share your story below.
Video Credit: TheRoot.com