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In college I would skip out on social events because I believed that when I walked into a room full of peers, they looked at me in disgust. “How can she be so fat!” “I hope that ugly girl doesn’t sit with us.”
Their words I had conjured up stung deep. Pretty soon it was a struggle to even go to class.
My dear friends tried to counter my misguided perceptions. “You are beautiful and fun,” they would say. Nothing they said helped. On a walk one evening, a sincere friend shared an excerpt from a book she was reading. The jest of it was: “One type of depression is summed up in self-pity. The person has lost her ability to move beyond herself to truly see others.” Gulp. Had my best friend really just suggested that I was drowning myself in self-pity?
Needless to say, we didn’t speak for a couple of days.
As her words sank in and sifted through my shell, I realized, the truth hurts. When was the last time I was really concerned about someone else? I was so wrapped up in all I hated about myself, all I saw around me were monster faces ready to tear me apart. Did I really think that everyone’s thoughts turned to ME when I walked into a room?
I would like to say that with a little fairy dust and a cross of the fingers I was a happy person again. Ya know, things didn’t change for me immediately. Sometimes, to this day, I struggle with walking into a group of people, afraid of their opinion, but it’s really my own condemnation I have to fight.
“Embrace others,” I tell myself. “Choose life over lies.”
**Note: There are different types of depression. Some types need the help of a doctor. If you are having harmful thoughts, please speak with a trusted person. Often times people who are older have been through what you are feeling and can help. You can also call 1-888-NeedHim. |