This is sort of a rant.
Whenever you tell someone of a dream you experienced, or if you draw a picture that's usually out of your range, people start to question it and think that it means something. It's not always true. Sometimes it can mean something and other times it's just completely out of the blue.
I'm described as a very cheerful person, always making people smile and laugh, but if I draw something sad, they immediately think I am depressed. I remember when I was in 7th grade and my 6th grade science teacher had a brain tumor and she died. It was really sad for everyone during the school day. I cried the day before because the school called all the parents, informing them of the teacher's death. The next day, I refused to smile and I didn't cry either. One of my classes was a graphic design I think. (Or was it pottery?) Anyways, I drew a picture of a plug laying on the floor and I wrote a little quote, saying how it's very sad that she's gone and that her family will never be ale to see her and all. I honestly don't remember what I wrote and I ended up turning it in. The next day, everything went back to normal, until I was called out of class and saw a counselor. Oh boy~ She held up the picture I did the day before and kept asking me if I was ok. I responded with a "I'm fine." Really, I was fine, but this woman was thinking that I was clinically depressed! It made me frustrated. It was a sad moment so I drew a sad picture. Big deal! Just because I draw a sad picture doesn't mean I'm depressed.
For years I've suffered from nausea without a diagnosis. My doctor recommended me to a child psychologist thinking my nausea is caused by anxiety. (Spoiler alert: I got an upper GI and I'm waiting for the results. One of the causes for my nausea is anxiety. That's what the psychologist diagnosed me with.) As I'm talking with the psychologist, she hands me these two papers: one for depression and the other for anxiety. I thought it was ridiculous that she gave me a paper about depression. I knew I wasn't depressed, but I did it anyway. I got a low score on the depression paper and a high score on the anxiety paper. She knew I was telling the truth about not having depression, but she wanted to be sure. I've told her about my friends and how they stress me out due to their problems. Most of them have depression. She thinks one of the triggers for my anxiety is my friends. I can't blame her because she's correct about that.
However, she thinks if I continue to hang out with them, I'll become them: Depressed. I've been with these people since middle school and I'm still the same cheerful girl I am today. I just don't like when people jump to conclusions instead of waiting for the intro first. I can't draw a picture without them trying to guess what it is. Hey, it's just a circle, wait for the full body and guess whatever you want AFTER I'm finished. Just to let you know, I LIKE sad things. I'm not saying I'm a sadist, or I like pain or have this weird fetish of death. I don't know what it is, but I just like sad things. Sad drawings, sad music, they get me in a good mood. I draw sad things, I draw gore-y things, I write about death and such, but it doesn't make me some freak who smiles at funerals! No! Nor does it make me depressed. I think it's because I've had a lot of relatives who have died during my life and the fact I join my mother when she watches Investigation Discovery and her true crimes. My mother loves true crimes, she especially likes women going crazy and killing their husbands, and she likes reading about child abuse, but it doesn't make her a psycho. She doesn't abuse my brother or I, and she doesn't even THINK about killing my dad. She's just interested in them. Of course, she gets upset about the death and the thought of child abuse makes her stomach twist. She constantly questions why parents kill their own children.
So, just because we do all these things doesn't make us psycho or depressed. We're just interested. And I'm saying most people, not everyone.
