Having done several personality test/quizzes (the validity of some I would call into question), having taking a few psychology, sociology, and philosophy courses in university, my own self-interest in finding out who I am, and people-watching...we are a strange and complex organism.
Growing up, I knew I was introverted and cautious...I don't like making a fool of myself and I don't like to let go; I need to be in control of myself at all times. Don't know why, just feel that I do. I had maybe three or four friends growing up and would spend more time with myself than with friends. The other thing that I had to contend with growing up was the gross misconception parents and other people had about depression: growing up, I was always told never to feel sorry for myself and not to look for pity or complain as these were all considered signs of attention-seeking. This made it very hard for me to finally seek out help for depression later on in life and likely one of the contributing factors to my first intimate relationship breaking apart.
Being told that depression is selfish and that one just needs to suck it up and carry on had a profound impact on me developmentally. I find it incredibly difficult even now to talk about myself or admit to someone that I have a problem and need help. I know I need help, but I feel that I'm imposing on the person or maybe my problem really isn't that bad and that I should just ride it out. I look back and wonder what might have been different if things had been a little different and that the depression had been diagnosed sooner and treated while I was younger? However, I have also found that way of thinking to be a dangerous trap as well.
On one hand I would like to say that the time I spent alone growing up with just me and my thoughts and then my writings, gave me a better understanding of myself and that coupled with faith and spirituality made me a stronger person through all that I did go through. On the other hand, I sometimes want to say why couldn't I get the help I needed then instead of after the fact?
I use the terms introverted and shy when describing myself, which for the most part is accurate, but I also know that I am not introverted and shy. I like being alone, yet I need to get out and be around people. We like to try to simplify things to single word terms (moreso it seems these days than in the past) and simple can be good, but it can also, as stated, be limiting and in essence create a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. We are not simple, single term beings. I don't follow it nearly as closely as I sometimes would like, but the field of psychology is still developing (in my opinion); there have been many keen insights, but we're still finding that we know next to very little about the human brain (of course, I could be wrong about this, but a quick look at the news and other observations leaves me thinking we still have so much to learn). The fact that only thirty years ago people didn't really give depression the serious attention that it needs shows we're still feeling about in the dark trying to figure things out.
I could go on and on and I think this post probably wanders all over the place...but at the end of the day, it is good to know that you are not alone...and that is, in my opinion, the most dangerous thing about depression..the fact that you feel very much alone. It is hard, but talk to someone (I talked to my teddy bear...say what you will, but it helped me) even just for the sake of talking. Don't worry about having a down day; don't suck it up and carry on by yourself. If you can't talk to someone, and I'm not saying this could work for everyone, but it did work for me, write yourself a letter. Could be about what you did during the day or could even be about nothing in particular. But, I guess, what I am really trying to say is, say something to someone.
Anyway, will wrap this little stream of consciousness up now...