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I had an altercation with a distant friend, online, naturally.
I had posted that I've been able to work through the pandemic - as an assistant nurse. I am assured that this is a frontline job but I feel so small compared to the giants of RNs and Docs I work with. This fact that I can work, for once in my life, I am purely proud of me and my part.
You see, I suffer with the black dog - depression. And the feeling of inadequacy. I've worked hard to get where I am, and so in this happiness I posted this fact, without really thinking of others reaction - admittantly.
But the reaction did happen. Two friends told me I was being insensitive to them. They both work in the arts industry, where my passion used to be. And within a few days, they had lost their dream and jobs, they told of their friends being made homeless and how they were depressed amongst other friend doing the job of 3 because their bosses dont have money coming in. I was worried and tried to assure them that the industry will be needed after all this is over! I miss the Theatre!
They assured me I was being horrid and to think about what I post.
I kept thay post up - you know why? Because in a time when everyone is affected, there needs to be someone that is proud of their part.
Depression is a reality. I can attest. But I know if I hadn't done the work I've done on me, I would be saying what they are saying to another steady and proud friend.
This is a time of lifting each other up. If you can't say anything nice... keep scrolling.
I had posted that I've been able to work through the pandemic - as an assistant nurse. I am assured that this is a frontline job but I feel so small compared to the giants of RNs and Docs I work with. This fact that I can work, for once in my life, I am purely proud of me and my part.
You see, I suffer with the black dog - depression. And the feeling of inadequacy. I've worked hard to get where I am, and so in this happiness I posted this fact, without really thinking of others reaction - admittantly.
But the reaction did happen. Two friends told me I was being insensitive to them. They both work in the arts industry, where my passion used to be. And within a few days, they had lost their dream and jobs, they told of their friends being made homeless and how they were depressed amongst other friend doing the job of 3 because their bosses dont have money coming in. I was worried and tried to assure them that the industry will be needed after all this is over! I miss the Theatre!
They assured me I was being horrid and to think about what I post.
I kept thay post up - you know why? Because in a time when everyone is affected, there needs to be someone that is proud of their part.
Depression is a reality. I can attest. But I know if I hadn't done the work I've done on me, I would be saying what they are saying to another steady and proud friend.
This is a time of lifting each other up. If you can't say anything nice... keep scrolling.