Depression is a condition that seems to prevail within this unique little community of ours. For those of us that suffer from it, depression is a very real and debilitating condition. Now in my 40s, I’ve suffered since my late teens. The photo above, depicts, how it often makes me feel. No, not naked, per se, although there is a vulnerability that comes with it, but a feeling of always being on the outside, the fringes, the periphery; looking in, not fully engaged.
That’s not to say I don’t have wonderfully supportive friends and family, because I do, and I possibly wouldn’t still be here without them; but those of us who suffer will recognise the feeling of being alone, even in the company of our nearest and dearest. It’s not that we are actively excluded, we exclude ourselves, we hide away, we shut ourselves off.
In some ways, it defines me. I am the person I am because of it. I’ve learned to accept it; I wear it like a familiar coat.
Someone once asked me if I get a thrill from posting the photos I take. The honest answer is, that for me, it’s more a kind of creative therapy. Even when I’m feeling shit about myself, the lovely comments I get from the #SinfulSunday and wider Sex Blogging communities. are always accepting, always supportive. Perversely, despite us being, in the main, a collection of widely scattered individuals, it is one group that I feel very much a part of. It’s inclusiveness reaches out and draws me into it.
It is a community that I feel very lucky to have stumbled upon and proud to be a part of.