It’s hard to believe this is our fourth year writing the Advent Calendar for Depressed People.
Allow me to reflect for a moment.
It all started back in 2014 when I was talking to Magda—and by “talking” I mean “chatting on Google Hangouts,” because I don’t actually use phones for talking
—about how to help a friend battling depression. It occurred to me that although I had a lot of experience being depressed, I didn’t have the faintest idea what to do when somebody else was depressed. Somewhere in the course of that conversation, Magda came up with the idea for the Advent Calendar for Depressed People.
A few minutes later she sent me a message. “The domain is available!” she wrote.
“Hard to believe,” I replied.
I loved the idea of helping depressed people feel less alone, especially at the holidays. I wanted people to know that just because “everyone’s telling you be of good cheer,” it doesn’t mean you have to listen to them.
And that’s how it started, as a safe place to land when, as Magda’s tagline says, the sparkle is too bright.
Through the years we’ve tried to keep up that message, but I’ve started to feel like my posts have strayed from our roots.
And why? Because in the last year, my life felt uprooted by the presidential election and subsequent administration.
Last December I had no hope. I may be a shoe-in to be elected as the President of the Cynic’s Association (well, maybe Vice-President), and I may require the finest generic antidepressants a $4 co-pay can buy, but I always believe in the power of hope.
The only times I’ve ever lost that hope were a particularly bad depressive episode and after the 2016 election.
Last year it felt like the majority of the country was depressed. And it was all I could write about on this blog, post after post after post.
Obviously we aren’t out of the woods yet. (You wanna make my eye twitch? Just say the words “second term.”) But this year I feel hopeful again, because the resistance is working. And, somehow, I find myself believing that good will overcome evil, that the truth will prevail.
I feel like a survivor this year. And now I need to be there with all of you other survivors, reminding you that we can do it.
So, I’m hoping to get back to the roots of this blog. Our message is very simple: it’s okay to be depressed at Christmas. The cheerful, Christmas-loving people are literally the loudest and brightest, but that doesn’t mean they represent everyone. The holidays are hard, for many reasons, and you aren’t the only one who feels that way.
I often say (mostly to myself) that you don’t have to be happy all the time. You have to put one foot in front of the other and keep fighting the good fight—and if you can do that, you are awesome. If you can do that in December (or November or October or whenever the holiday season starts now), you are a freaking superstar.
One foot in front of the other …