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One of the worst parts about depression — and there are certainly many — is that it robs you of hope. Hope that you’ll actually feel better. Hope that the darkness will lift. Hope that the emptiness will fill up and you’ll feel motivated and excited. Hope that it won’t be like this forever. Hope that you’ll get through it.

“I’ve been struggling with depression for almost 35 years,” said Douglas Cootey, who pens the award-winning blog A Splintered Mind. “In that time, I have often felt hopeless, usually during times of suicidal ideation…Depression has a way of warping our outlook so that we only notice the bleakest parts of the world.”

The darkness stops feeling like a lens that distorts your reality, and starts to become your reality, said John A. Lundin, Psy.D, a psychologist who specializes in treating depression and anxiety in adults, teens and children in San Francisco and Oakland, Calif.

“Depression often robs you of the memory of joy or happiness, so it becomes difficult to draw on happy memories to give one hope for the future,” Lundin said. Depression even makes hope seem foolish, like an illusion, he said.

Many people with depression aren’t able to articulate that they feel hopeless. Because doing so requires putting “words to an experience that just feels as real and encompassing as the air they breathe.” Saying you feel hopeless, Lundin said, can actually be a positive step. “[I]t holds the implication that hope is something that is possible.”

“Depression can be overwhelming,” said Cootey, also author of Saying No to Suicide: Coping Strategies for People Dealing with Suicidism and for the Loved Ones Who Support Them. “All those negative emotions are suffocating. This makes it difficult to believe that things will get better.”

Most of Rebecca Rabe’s clients say they’ve lost hope because they feel alone. They feel like no one understands what they’re going through. They feel like they can’t talk to anyone.

Loss of hope also might represent a loss of belief that you matter or that you can be loved, Lundin said. (This is something he works on with clients, helping them understand why they don’t feel adequate or lovable.)

What can you do when hope feels unfamiliar or impossible? What can you do when you’re in the middle of the storm?

Cootey stressed the importance of using a wide variety of coping strategies. “When I use my coping strategies to overcome depression, the next day isn’t a prison of more of the same. It’s a brand new day free of the sadness.”

Colleen King, LMFT, a psychotherapist who specializes in mood disorders and also has bipolar disorder, stressed the importance of having a treatment team and support system. This might include a therapist, doctor and several friends and family. Ask them to help you remember the times when you’ve felt better, she said. Ask them to “encourage you to be in the moment when you do experience temporary joy, even if it’s for a few minutes.”

Both King and Lundin suggested participating in activities that feel nourishing to your soul, activities that you love to do when you’re not depressed. Do them even if you don’t feel like it, King said. “You will most likely alter your mood at least a little bit, and [the activity] may be a welcome distraction from depression.” Plus, it helps to “arouse glimmers of hope that you can feel whole and healthy, again.”

It often feels like depression will last forever, King said. Which is why she also suggested placing prompts at home and work to remind yourself “that you are having a depressive episode and that it’s not a permanent state of being.”

Don’t underestimate the power of small steps. Rabe, LMFT, who specializes in treating children, teens and young adults with depression, anxiety and trauma, shared this example: She worked with a woman who was struggling with depression and complained about “not being able to do anything.”

They worked on tracking small but significant accomplishments and setting small goals. “For example, she would strive to check 10 things off her list. Sometimes just getting to therapy got her these 10 checks.” After all, getting to therapy is anything but trivial. It involves getting up, showering, getting dressed, driving to the office, making the appointment on time, talking in session and driving home, among other tasks. Her client also started reaching out to supportive loved ones (instead of isolating herself); taking walks; and writing in her journal—all of which has helped to diminish her depression and create a more positive outlook.

“I’ve been through the worst my mind can throw at me. I’ve felt the pain of suicidal depression,” Cootey said. “I’ve wished and even planned for my own death, yet I learned an important truth: Depression lies to us.” This is another reason it’s helpful to surround yourself with support: These individuals can help you see through the lies, he said.

“You do have worth. You will overcome this. You won’t be sad forever.”

There is always hope for someone struggling with depression, Rabe said. “People are resilient human beings, and they can do so much more than they think they’re capable of.”

Also, remember that “how hopeless you feel does not correlate to whether you can feel better,” Lundin said. Depression is an illness that extinguishes hope. It’s the nature of the disorder.

Thankfully, therapy and medication can help. So can participating in support groups. “Some depression requires a short treatment to work, and other takes a long time. But I have never met a patient who didn’t see significant progress if they stuck with it.”

If your therapist or doctor doesn’t seem to be helping, seek out new providers, King said. “Having a trusting and caring treatment team greatly assists with creating confidence and hope for the future.”

For people who don’t respond to therapy and medication, other treatments are available, such as transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) and electroconvulsive therapy (ECT), Lundin said.

With good treatment, effective and varied coping strategies and compassionate support, you can feel better. The heaviness gets lighter.  The world becomes brighter.

So no matter how hopeless you feel right now, please don’t throw away your shot. Hope and relief are not some foolish illusion. They are real. They are possible.

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When we think of people with clinical depression, we think of individuals who are overtly sad — a permanent frown etched onto their face. We think of people who can’t get out of bed and have a hard time working and performing tasks. People who look exhausted and disheveled. People who are withdrawn and isolate themselves.

Sometimes this is accurate. Sometimes, this is how depression manifests.

But other times, the face of depression is actually that of a happy person. A person who’s put-together and appears to be perfectly fine on the outside. He (or she) might excel at his job and be especially productive. He might go out regularly and be active in his community.

However, on the inside, he’s drowning.

This is called “smiling depression.”

“Individuals appear happy to others, literally smiling, while they experience depressive symptoms,” said Dean Parker, Ph.D, a Dix Hills, NY, psychologist who specializes in mood disorders. Smiling depression isn’t a diagnosis that you’ll find in the DSM-5 (the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, fifth edition), he said. Rather, it’s a term psychotherapists use.

“You could call it ‘high-functioning depression,’” said Melanie A. Greenberg, Ph.D, a psychologist who specializes in managing mood in Marin County, Calif., and penned the forthcoming book, The Stress-Proof Brain: Master Your Emotional Response to Stress Using Mindfulness and Neuroplasticity.

People with smiling depression may experience different symptoms, she said. They “may feel disconnected from their lives or from other people and [be] unable to enjoy their usual life activities.”

While they don’t show it, they still feel a persistent sadness, Parker said. This sadness might stem from an unfulfilling career, a faltering relationship, or a general lack of meaning in their life, he said.

Individuals with smiling depression might still feel anxious, angry, overwhelmed and irritable, and have trouble sleeping, Greenberg said. They might experience feelings of hopelessness, dread and fear, which, again, remain suppressed and unseen by others, Parker said.

Greenberg speculates that men, successful professionals, and stay-at-home moms—who try to be “supermom”—are especially prone to smiling depression (though she’s not aware of specific research). “It may come on following a significant loss that hasn’t been mourned or that threatens their self-image of strength and independence. These individuals may have grown up in families that focused on external success and discouraged the expression of vulnerable emotions.”

Individuals with smiling depression might have grown up poor and are now more successful, she said. They might have grown up in families with alcoholism. They might yearn to be perfect.

Smiling depression tends to go undiagnosed, Parker said, because people deny or suppress their feelings and symptoms. They might not even know they’re depressed. Or they “keep a stiff upper lip, moving forward as if they are not struggling.”

They might not want to burden others or appear weak, Greenberg said. Again, “they may value a self-image as strong and capable, so they push their sad and anxious feelings aside and try not to show them to others.”

For instance, Greenberg worked with John (not his real name), a successful manager at a large company. He was a strong performer and well-liked by his colleagues. He had an active social life. He was a great dad to his three young kids. He made time to coach his son’s soccer team. He cooked dinner during the week and repaired the house on the weekends.

However, on the inside, John was drowning. He had recently lost his father, and experienced a major disappointment at work. His wife, who struggles with chronic fatigue, was emotionally and physically distant. He couldn’t sleep. He felt like he was going through the motions without actually enjoying his life. He felt shame about his work situation. He felt angry with his wife, even though he understood that she was struggling with an illness. He worried often about their finances.

In therapy John struggled with connecting to his feelings of loss, shame and helplessness. He was very much invested in viewing himself as strong and self-reliant. Slowly, he and Greenberg explored his feelings and assumptions about strength. They worked on being more honest with John’s wife. They worked on letting go of the belief that he had to do everything.

“After about 9 months of therapy, he was more able to understand and accept his own feelings and needs. [He felt] more comfortable in communicating them and taking action to address them. The depression lifted and he felt happier and more engaged in life.”

Not addressing your depression can be dangerous. According to Greenberg, you might not realize how hopeless you feel or get the help and support you really need. Your seemingly strong and competent exterior also isn’t sustainable over the long term. Worst of all, untreated depression ups your risk for suicide.

So if you’re struggling or you sense that something isn’t right, seek professional help. Doing so is the opposite of weakness: It takes real strength to admit there’s an issue and to work on solving it. Plus, it means that you’ll feel better. You’ll find relief and reconnect to yourself, to your loved ones, and to your life—which is genuinely something to smile about.

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I keep going back to this quote by Vivian Greene when it comes to learning how to live with my chronic illness: “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

In fact, every morning I drink out of a mug with that quote on it to remind myself of Vivian’s wisdom: IT’S NOT ABOUT GETTING TO THE OTHER SIDE. With chronic illness, the important exercise is to get out the rain boots and start stomping in the puddles — to not let the downpour stop you from living.

Going into the second decade of living with a host of conditions — retractable depression, inflammatory bowel disease (IBD), hypothyroidism, pituitary tumor, aortic valve regurgitation, Raynaud’s disease, and connective tissue issues — one of the bigger mistakes I keep making is hanging on to the promise that if I do everything “right,” I will be freed from all symptoms for the rest of my life. If I follow the right diet that won’t aggravate my Crohn’s disease or cause brain inflammation that makes me depressed; if I exercise in such a way that doesn’t raise my cortisol and further deplete my adrenals (like running can) or wipe out my good gut bacteria (likeswimming in chlorine can); if I practice mindfulness instead of cuss and reduce my stress…if I do all these things, I will be fixed!

One day this past summer I was especially discouraged because, having returned home from a family vacation very depressed and anxious, I realized I couldn’t practice my health regimen perfectly every day for the rest of my life. There would be times I wouldn’t be able to make it to yoga, and my sleep would be compromised. Fresh kale wouldn’t always be in the fridge. I should expect lots of more evenings out when a waiter sets a basket of hot fries or tortilla chips right in front of me, or my daughter can’t finish her hot fudge sundae and my willpower wilts.

“We won’t always get it right,” a friend reminded me when I told her I caved to the fries and was therefore depressed. “And even if we did manage to do it all perfectly, would it ‘cure’ us? We have a chronic illness that will occasionally (hopefully less and less) rear its ugly head into our lives no matter how hard we try!”

This was true. I tend to forget about the word “chronic.”

I get persuaded into thinking by the dozens of self-help books I read each year that I have the power to fix every symptom of every condition I have with the right supplement or relaxation technique or food combination. And if I can’t? Then I’m not trying hard enough and have given up.

For example, I just finished the book The Hormone Cure by Sara Gottfried, MD, an excellent resource for women who are cursed by hormonal issues in the throes of perimenopause and menopause. She promises she can boost your energy, renew your sex drive, and restore your sleep with her natural protocols. A Harvard-trained gynecologist and nationally recognized yoga teacher, she is a pioneer in treating the root causes of hormonal issues, and I admire her work very much. However, I started to feel bad about myself on page 295 of her book when she refers to the kind of “learned helplessness” that Martin Seligman, PhD, of the University of Pennsylvania writes about in his book Authentic Happiness, and other works, the tendency to “behave helplessly and fail to respond to opportunities for better circumstances.” Dr. Gottfried writes:

Here’s a secret: I observe that women in my practice with learned helplessness have a far more difficult time achieving the hormone cure. Please answer this question honestly: Do you have the pattern of learned helplessness? Do you feel you lack the power to change your eating, exercise, and other health habits? In contrast, women who understand the many positive consequences of their lifestyle reset — such as cutting out sugar and flour, and walking most days of the week — achieve the hormone cure much more rapidly and sustain it. The most successful women in my practice also recognize that the locus of control is internal — they understand they have the power to change, and cultivate hope and accountability about meeting their health challenges.

Now I’m all about finding new ways to treat various conditions, by researching and exploring and inquiring with others, and readjusting and then learning some more. That’s why I average one self-help book a week, and I’ve made a hobby out of evaluating different studies. However, I also know that therein lies my weakness, as is the case with other people I know who battle chronic illness. Because when I’ve incorporated all the data being processed by my brain, and implemented suggestions from all my doctors and literature, and am on medication combination No. 45, and making kale smoothies every morning, and going to therapy every week, and doing Bikram yoga — and I can’t get well, or don’t get well — or slip and eat a basket of fries, I beat myself up like I have just committed three of each of the seven deadly sins. Actually, four of “sloth.”

Trying too hard — perhaps the opposite of learned helplessness — is the very source of my suffering.

But it’s hard to exercise self-compassion and know when enough is enough when you have people like Arnold Schwarzenegger and other celebrity types saying things like, “Learned helplessness is the giving-up reaction, the quitting response that follows from the belief that whatever you do doesn’t matter.” In our results-oriented culture, it’s all about pushing yourself beyond your limits, because “life begins at the end of your comfort zone” (Neale Donald Walsch).

Yes, there are times to push yourself like Schwarzenegger does.

And there are times to throw out the word “cure.”

It’s the first step of all 12-step support programs, where you admit powerlessness in a gesture of exhilarated defeat.

As a result, you can experience profound peace.

I remember one such moment in the summer of 2014 when I gave up on a cure for my retractable depression. I had been experiencing loud death thoughts for about five years despite trying numerous medication combinations and sessions of psychotherapy. I then decided to embrace the holistic route: making profound changes to my diet, trying new supplements, and participating in a course on mindfulness meditation at the local hospital. However, four months and lots of bills later, I wasn’t any better. (The diet changes did make a difference later on, but they took a good nine months.)

One June afternoon, I panicked when I realized I might not ever experience a reprieve from the death thoughts.

Like, EVER.

A man in the depression forum I had just started suggested I read Toni Bernhard’s book, How to Be Sick — and learn how to live “around” my symptoms instead of putting so much energy into trying to make them disappear. A few paragraphs into her book, I felt profound relief. A former law professor and dean, Bernhard contracted a mysterious viral infection on a trip to Paris in 2001 and has had flu-like symptoms ever since. Many days she is confined to her bed, and yet her life is full of meaning. In her new book, How to Live Well With Chronic Pain and Illness, she writes:

Many people think it’s their fault when they become chronically ill. They see it as a personal failing on their part. We live in a culture that reinforces this view by bombarding us with messages about how, if we’d just eat this food or engage in that exercise, we need never worry about our health. For many years, I thought that the skillful response to my illness was to mount a militant battle against it. All I got for my efforts was intense mental suffering — on top of the physical suffering I was already experiencing.

The pivotal moment for me came when I realized that, although I couldn’t force my body to get better, I could heal my mind. From that moment, I began the process of learning (to reference the title of my first book), “how to be sick,” by which I mean how to develop skills for living gracefully and purposefully despite the limitations imposed by chronic illness…If there’s no escaping our measure of disappointment and sorrow, then the path to peace and well-being must lie in learning to open our hearts and minds to embrace whatever life is serving at the moment. This is a mindfulness practice — mindfulness infused with compassion for ourselves.

I consider Toni my coach and inspiration when it comes to living gracefully within my limits. From her, and from other companions with infuriating health conditions, I have learned that life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s not about fixing every symptom so that you can go to a dinner party without anxiety or help your daughter with her homework without abdominal pain. Life with chronic illness is about dancing in the messy wetness, accepting the perspiration of the universe for what it is, and — with the right umbrella and guidance and support from others who have been there — doing an elegant jig in the moment.

Sometimes by allowing yourself to have fun catching a raindrop in your mouth, you can forget about your symptoms.

And you can be set free.

Join the “Living With Chronic Illness” group on ProjectBeyondBlue.com, the new depression community.

Originally posted on Sanity Break at Everyday Health.

When you’re a child and you suffer abuse, whether it’s physical, sexual, or emotional, you make it your mission to find out if this is normal. You wonder if other kids experienced the same things.

It’s easier to doubt your perception than it is to accept the fact that you are living in a dangerous situation. If you knew that to be true, you’d have to do something about it. You’d have to talk to a teacher, a school counselor, or a police officer. You’d have to expose something that brings you great shame and pain. You’d have to face your abuser. Even though you’re only a child.

As a child, you can’t walk to school on your own, you don’t understand fractions, you don’t know what the economy is, and your best friend is your best friend because you brought the same cookies for lunch on the first day of school. For a child, life is simple and small. Abuse is not.

You don’t understand what’s happening to you. You wonder if it’s just something you did. Perhaps you’re just deeply flawed and deserve to be treated this way. You wonder if your perception is all wrong. As a child, your experiences are limited, and gauging whether or not other kids are experiencing the same abuse is tricky.

I recall my own experience. I remember having asked myself almost every day, “Is this normal? Is it just me?” I know that I didn’t want to be direct in asking my friends about it because I didn’t want to expose my own experience. I was deeply ashamed of what happened to me. Sometimes I even believed I deserved to be abused. I thought that telling my friends about it would make them disgusted with me.

What I had to learn was that it’s the feelings that matter. It’s not helpful to focus on the abusive event, the motivation of the abuser, and the rate at which other people experience similar abuse. The thing that is most important is… How it makes you feel.

Abusers don’t want you to trust your feelings. They tell you — maybe explicitly but definitely implicitly — that your feelings don’t matter.

That was drilled into my head. I was taught that my feelings weren’t trustworthy. In fact, my feelings were a total nuisance because they were constantly at odds with my abuser’s. Things were the way my abuser said they were and nothing more. My abuser decided if I had any rights to my body or personal space, if I have the right to cry or complain. When I felt disgust, self-pity, fear, or any other negative emotion, I was told it was wrong. My abuser told me how to feel.

It’s taken years to learn to trust my instincts because that would mean embracing my feelings. What is instinct if not a feeling? What is anxiety if not an emotion cluing you into the fact that you are in danger? And certainly feelings aren’t facts, but you don’t have to tell that to an abuse survivor. Survivors take to ignoring their feelings because it was the only way to survive.

In order to move on though, you have to give yourself permission to stop weighing the trauma, measuring it’s perimeter, and scrutinizing each detail. Trust your feelings. No one should ever make you feel degraded, insignificant, or miserable. A person who loves and cares about you doesn’t make you hate yourself. This might sound obvious and you may understand this when it comes to how you treat your own friends and loved ones. But this is about how you were treated.

Console the child inside by accepting the feelings you have about the abuse without judgment. Validate yourself.

“Validating yourself is like glue for fragmented parts of your identity,” writes Karyn Hall, PhD. “Validating yourself will help you accept and better understand yourself, which leads to a stronger identity and better skills at managing intense emotions.”

You have a right to your feelings, you are the sole authority on your own experience, and you deserve comfort and safety. Understand that your emotional reaction to the abuse was normal. Any child would have reacted the same way. Now it’s time to validate those feelings to help you move on from that childhood trauma and give yourself the life you always deserved.

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The original 2015 Netflix series Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, starring Ellie Kemper, is pure comedy at its finest as quirky — and certainly bubbly — 29 year-old Kimmy Schmidt moves from Indiana to New York City for a fresh start. She finds a home with Titus, the dramatic and eccentric roommate looking for stardom (played by Tituss Burgess), has adventures with Lillian, the tough-as-nails and offbeat landlord (played by Carol Kane), and begins to work as a nanny for Jacqueline, a snobby but lovable socialite (played by Jane Krakowski).

But underneath the literally laugh out loud dialogue and hilarity is a serious — and comparatively unique — storyline. In episode one, we learn that Kimmy was kidnapped along with three other young women by a reverend who told them the world was ending; she spent fifteen years of her life immersed in an apocalypse cult, living in an underground bunker until they were finally freed.

And as wondrous as it is for Kimmy to have a second chance at life, you could imagine she may have some post traumatic stress to confront. After all, while she was living in the bunker for fifteen years, her main objective was to adapt to the experience. And to survive.

In season one, we find Kimmy back in the real world again. Her lack of awareness regarding pop culture or societal trends or famous news headlines surely gives way to humor, and her immense drive to surpass her past and move on is admirable. We watch Kimmy help friends who are struggling, take G.E.D courses and even become entangled in a love triangle. And through it all, Kimmy upholds an extremely optimistic disposition. (Though I should note that Kimmy does have a bright disposition, in general).

However, remnants of Kimmy’s kidnapping seep in between the cracks. We see her have a night terror; we see her highly startled from various triggers; we see her react to those triggers with aggression; and, we see her deal with unpleasant moments by counting to ten (an exercise she practiced in the bunker).

In one episode, Kimmy contemplates having plastic surgery. She does not desire recognition; she does not want her experience of victimization to define her. But before she can go through with the procedure, she realizes that fixing the outside won’t matter. Fixing the inside is what counts.

While it’s hinted at that Kimmy would benefit from talking to someone, it’s season two that truly showcases Kimmy’s progress. We see her have flashbacks and erratic sleep patterns and indigestion issues (insinuating she may have some emotional purging to do). We see her put others needs before her own, as if she doesn’t value her own needs at all; as if she’s simply invisible.

When she wakes up on a roller coaster and doesn’t know how she got there, she knows that’s her ‘wake up call’ to seek professional help.

And while her therapist has her own set of problems (played by Tina Fey), Kimmy does begin to deal with not only what happened in the bunker, but deep-seated emotions that preceded her kidnapping, too. (And I don’t want to be a “spoiler,” but let’s just say she has some unfinished issues with her mother.)

Another motif worth mentioning is the strong feminist approach to the show as well; feminist in the sense that these women survived such adversity and will continue to acquire the strength they need to live their lives.

In a 2015 interview with Ellie Kemper for Collider, she’s asked how she balances Kimmy’s optimism with her strength, and how she still finds the humor in such a role.

“What makes this character very special is that, sure, if you saw her at the post office, you might think, ‘Oh, here’s a woman in bright pink pants with red hair who’s smiling,’ but you never would guess the resilience that lies inside,” Kemper said. “That union of traits is what makes her so special. She’s not hardened by it. She’s still optimistic and wanting to believe that the best can happen. She wasn’t defeated by this horrible thing.”

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt is not your average television series. It’s multi-faceted with emotional depth, relaying the inspirational message that resiliency can always be fostered — that trauma could lead to redemption.

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