Sadness Vs. Depression

On Wednesday evening I was hit with news that was extremely shocking. It was in regards to somebody whom had meant a lot to me (although I’ve never been able to figure out what I meant to her—if anything—which is one reason why I hurt). I’m still trying to digest the news. Every time I think about it I feel an incredible sadness wash over me. I almost feel like crying. I feel like crying for myself over my broken heart—and on Wednesday my damaged heart was given its final death blow—but I also feel like crying for her, because I loved her and I still can’t help but to care.

But despite this sadness, I am not depressed. I am just as excited about all of the recent things I’ve been blogging about as I was before I heard the news. In fact, I’m actually quite happy except for the moments when I think about her and it.

I wonder how I would have dealt with this news had I been in my previous dysthymic mood?

I am saddened by this news, terribly saddened. But it’s okay to be sad when something objectively sad happens in one’s life. I’m glad that I have the strength to deal with the trials and tribulations that we encounter in life.

Yes, something happened in my life that made me sad, and makes me sad when I think about it. But I am not depressed. I am far from depressed. I suppose this is sort of how the lexapro works.