1845: Bleak House

I’ve been “up and down” mental health-wise all week. This evening is one of those occasions where I’m feeling a little bit bleak. I shan’t go into the reasons, as they’re not really important and don’t really concern me directly for the most part, but it strikes me that at the moment, things seem to be a bit shit for quite a few people, if the timelines of people I follow on social media are anything to go by.

February is regarded by some as one of the more depressing months. It’s the very heart of winter — it’s bitterly cold outside at the moment, even more so with the windchill, though of course it’s nothing compared to something like a Canadian winter — and there’s not a whole lot of anything going on. Christmas is over, New Year’s is over and the only vaguely celebratory occasion people have to look forward to in the immediate future is Valentine’s Day, and even that isn’t universally loved: I don’t mind admitting that in my single days, Valentine’s Day was an occasion where I pretty much wanted to hide under the covers lamenting the fact that I’d probably never find anyone willing to put on the sort of saucy lingerie that tends to get advertised around this time of year and then [CENSORED]. (Thankfully, given that Andie and I got together around Valentine’s Day, I now associate it with positive things in general, not just saucy lingerie and boffing. But I, as ever, digress.)

There was some sort of half-hearted “mental health awareness” thing at my place of work this week, but no-one really engaged with it, despite the fact that I suspect a few people might have benefited from the opportunity to be completely open and honest about a few things. The trouble with marking off a period like that specifically for Let’s Talk About Feeling Suicidal!! (or similar topics) is that the people who genuinely do want to talk about this sort of thing but don’t know quite how to go about it end up feeling somewhat pressured and consequently say nothing; meanwhile, the people who know nothing about depression, anxiety and all those other wonderful things the human mind does to fuck us up just sort of sit around uncomfortably saying things like “So…” and “Anyway…” until everyone just gives up on the whole thing.

There are quite a few contributing factors to how I’m feeling right now; as I say, I won’t bore you with all of them, but one thing I will talk about a little is the feeling of isolation. Feeling like you’re alone in the world is a horrible thing, and while I’m lucky enough to have Andie around all the time, there are still periods when I feel very cut off from people that I like, love and care about. And this feeds into a vicious cycle where it gets harder and harder to interact, and you start worrying about bothering people too much, even though you desperately want to see them, to talk to them, to just be with them. It kind of sucks. And that’s kind of where I am right now.

Still, sitting around in self-loathing isn’t going to help matters at all. It’s Friday night, so I should be relaxing. So I’m off to do just that. Have a pleasant weekend, dear reader.