Anyone want a useless brother???

When I was away as people reading my blog might have gathered I had a really bad bout of depression, this was probably made worse by the fact that I was away from familiar things and routine. Though I did try to hide my tears I did on two occasions tell my brother that my depression was bad, for some strange reason I thought he might understand and talk to me instead he just fobbed me off saying that all I needed was a hug from my niece to feel better.

This doesn't work on oh so many levels, first depression just doesn't go away because you have a hug from a 2 year old, if it was that easy the pharmaceutical would not be making a fortune on selling anti-depressants every year. Secondly if someone tells you they are having a bad time with depression give them sometime, talk to them its hard to admit you need help so when you do the last thing you need is someone fobbing you off.

I am home now back to familiar sights and routine but the depression is still holding hard, I have continued to do my activity scheduling in order to try and prevent the depression getting worse. But now I have to try and find my way back out of this depressive episode, which is not helped by the fact that I don't know why I am bothering.