Why OTHERS have called me “depressed”

A word commonly used.
For economical concepts. For meteorological terms. For mental health perspective.

Due to its vague and broad description, I have never been able to figure the actual meaning of it.

I have seen depression in its most extreme cases when my visited my dad every second week in the psychiatric hospital for two years.
I have seen it when kneeled down my aunts grave who took her own life.

At the same time I have heard teenagers claiming being depressed because homework sucks.

I do have the symptons , but I have always avoided using the term depression on myself.


Others, however.

In my previous post Self love I explain how a psychiatrist once concluded that I lack self love.
How is it that I lack self love when others are bullying me?!

I have been called the depressed by others for the most insane reasons.
Because I usually wear black.
Because I don’t like summer.
Because I prefer the dark over light.

In my opinion, this description doesn’t lead to someone who is depressed.
I am just someone who prefers to cozy up in a blanket when it’s cold and dark outside. Someone who has no sense of fashion or time or doesn’t care and chooses what is easiest, dark colors.

As  I said in the beginning of this post, depression is a term used (too) often.
But it like to add “Depression is a term MISUSED too often!”.

Don’t be that person who randomly talks people into depression without knowing what it means.


10 thoughts on “Why OTHERS have called me “depressed”

  1. It doesn’t help that most dictionaries define depression as “extremely sad.”
    So, when I’m reading a book and, at the end, my favourite character does, I can throw a tantrum and say that I’m depressed (??). It makes you think.

  2. You’re absolutely right.

    I never thought of labeling myself as depressed, because I heard of people in worse situations than me. I didn’t think it would be fair to them to say I was depressed, when, compared to them, I was doing so well. But also, I have to admit that I didn’t want to label myself that because of the stigma associated with it. I didn’t want people to start making a fuss over me. And at the same time, I thought I was strong enough to handle it on my own.

    Because of the above, no one thinks it’s possible for me to be depressed now. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe I fight on a daily basis BECAUSE others deny accepting that? Maybe I would be way worse if people acknowledged that there might be something wrong.

    I’ve heard people use the “depressed” excuse so much. But, I, cannot be. Even if I have bigger issues. Because their symptoms are stronger. And that makes me a bit bitter. Because my symptoms could be so much stronger, too, but I don’t want that to be the case.

  3. I’ve felt symptoms of depression too, but I’ve never seen a professional to get a proper diagnosis. I suppose I am afraid to find out. I am afraid of the label and yet because I don’t have the diagnosis officially stamped on me, when I do feel “depressed”, I find myself trying to minimize what I am feeling as not a big deal and not wanting to acknowledge whatever struggle my mind is going through.

  4. It’s a very generic term. Just like PTSD.
    These days everything is considered a trauma.

    The only label I am willing to accept is “OCD”, because that is the only fact.

    I obviously don’t know too much about your life, but I am sure you have reason for grief or sadness.

    Even though it shouldn’t be a competition, I KNOW I had a worse life that most people. But I just never gave up.

    I have said so many times that I will just quit work and lay all day in bed and cry. maybe only to show that I have real “depression”. But that’s not the way brain works.

    I am assuming you feel the same about this.

  5. You dont know need the label to make it real.
    You have your struggles, but maybe you show it less. That doesn’t make it easier for you!

    I totally understand what you mean!

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