I have heard this statement a few times now. I can't possibly be sick or in pain because I am walking, talking, going to work, taking care of the animals.
That's because I'm 33 and I have learned that the world doesn't stop because I'm having a bad day. I have shit I need to do, pets I need to bathe, programs to plan for at work. Of course I could do what some people do and say 'enough, I quit, I'm done' but I'm not done yet.
Yes, I hurt. Yes, sometimes I want to lay in bed all day and go between sleeping and crying, but I also know it won't do a damn bit of good. I will still hurt, I will still have depression, I will still have anxiety, only now I have even more stuff to do because I slept all day.
I also have people comment that I am very open with my mental illness. That's because I want to tear down the stigma of 'the depressed person that sleeps all day and cries a lot' or 'the anxious person who can't do anything because there is so much to do and AH!'.
I have those days, but mostly it's just a feeling of blah or that I am forgetting about something I need to do.
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