How are You?

Hello. How are you?

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I’m asking. I don’t want to hear that you’re ‘fine’ because you’re being polite; because you think I don’t care; because you’re used to most people not caring. So…how are you? You can actually tell me in the comments below because I’m going to tell you how I’m feeling…

I am so sad (yes, I’m depressed and I constantly get angry comments here for referring to it as sadness…but that’s what it is to me – it’s a deep, deep pool of sadness that I cannot swim out from). It seems that, suddenly, the people who I have chosen to surround myself with, no longer care how (or even, if) I answer the ‘How are You?’ question.

And, the worst part is that they don’t have to ask. They all know me well enough to see that there is something very wrong…they are just choosing not to delve further.

My sadness comes from asking myself why – they’re sick of hearing about my woes? they want to have a life beyond the lounge-room? they no longer believe in my worth? they no longer care?


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  1. Know what you mean. Can’t decide if they are bored of it or feel useless because they can help so ignore it in the hope it might just go away.
    How am I?lousy. Friends have vanished, son doesn’t want to speak to me. I hurt. Feel so bloated I might explode.
    So how am I?
    Fine Thankyou, how about you?
    Isn’t that what we are supposed to say

  2. I can relate my lovely and I truly empathise with you. I care about how you are feeling. It is painful when the people we love and care for no longer show love. Sometimes it is best that we move on and surround ourselves with people who care. It’s not always easy in a world where there is so much selfishness. Depression can be a downward spiral, that’s hard to climb out of. I find that once I make it back somewhere near the top, I don’t stay there for very long before I’m falling again. A constant battle, but we live in hope. Hugs and love xxx

  3. I care!

  4. I wait for the Lord. My whole being waits and in His Word I put my hope. My Father sent me a letter on Father’s Day. I would like to share it with anyone who might need to hear from their Father, too. For some of us, holidays, times meant spent with family, well, it is not the same for us. But you can learn how, if you are willing, to be far more loved than you ever thought possible and far more than anyone or anything of this world! I promise you that!
    Psalm 130:5 Constant pain cannot take away the love of the Father! Rejection from loved ones cannot take His love away. And not just that, but He sacrificed His only Son for us! Jesus Christ knew more about pain than we will ever comprehend. He willingly suffered, died and bled so that one day, we could spend eternity with Him! And this is what eternity will be: He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Rev. 21:4. He will make all things new! I live with pain 24/7. But pain is not who I am. I understand, Purple Law Lady! I encourage you, anyone, get to know Jesus Christ on a personal level. You won’t just have to be fine. You won’t just be a survivor. You will be an overcomer and more than a conqueror! Will you have your days when you just want to give up. Probably so. But we are still here for a purpose. God uses everything. Even our pain. And one sweet, glorious day, we will be with Him forever! AMEN! And God Bless You!

  5. I’m sorry about the people in your life, but hopefully its just that they need a break. Its hard to be around/involved with someone that you can’t do anything for to make them feel better, so maybe they just need some time to regroup and will re-engage with you.

    As for me, my depression is driving me nuts. It’s like there’s a brick wall in front of my nose and I can’t do any of the things I need to do – like updating my resume to find a second job or finally applying for disability like I’ve been thinking abut doing since December. I’m also so damn tired all the time and the fog is worse than its ever been.

    But one good thing is that I attempted camping this weekend (ruffing it style with no running water, tent sleeping, and pit toilets) and I survived it!! Never doing that again! lol But some of it wasn’t horrible thanks to some wonderful friends.

  6. Knowing how each of us feels is great, but what to do about it is something else all together. I had depression before FIBRO/CFS. I know those pools you speak about. Sunshine helps, music you love helps, talking with someone outside your circle of friends helps. Doctors are useless, they just want to pump us with drugs. My family has left me several times and I just let them go,as for friends don’t have any, just me and my husband, and he is Awesome.
    How are you? I care and I pray one day there will be a cure for this horrible shit and those that come behind us, won’t have to go through what we are going through. I’ve be at this FIBRO/CFS going on my 26th year and depression for 49 yrs. I am 56 and I have been depressed since I was 7 yrs old. Most times I just say I was born depressed

  7. It’s kind of chilly. I’ll just stay in bed I think, till summer. But there’s all those things we have to do to stay alive. Oh well, there are moments.

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