Why Share Your Crises?
How Pens and Keys Bring Life To Virtual Friends
It wasn’t until I read Sai’s post that I grasped what was wrong with me. It wasn’t until she laid out all the words I didn’t find, the emotions I couldn’t articulate, that I looked myself in the mirror and admitted that this…thing, this feeling I’d been carrying around, hiding with hyperactivity, intense focus during limited periods had a name.
A quarter-life crisis.
With the help of my fiancé, I’ve built a system to identify, communicate and waddle safely through my depression. For over 7 months now, I’ve been able to work, write, and have a healthy relationship with my family and close friends.
This was the highlight of 2017:
Accepting that I was depressive, that I had triggers, and I needed to take action to limit the effects of autopilot when the dark times kicked in.
By the end of the year, I got myself fired. I learned to find shows that brought me joy. I learned to exercise. I learned to check-in with someone who knew me well every day. I lost friends — handled it better than before — and even started posting poetry again. I took a chance to speak with my parents about it. For typical Cameroonian parents, they took it really well.
I learned how to hit…
