Fashion

Laugh Hard, Laugh Long

Laugh in the face of tragedy..

They say the most depressed people are the funniest. Can you truly have a sense of humor if you’ve never been through traumatic things? Or does humor itself lessen the suffering? It seems if we learn to laugh at ourselves, the world magically becomes an easier place to live. This brings me back to the story of my teens and my depression. Since I was a kid, I’ve been told I’m a sensitive soul. With sensitivity comes defensiveness, unfortunately. When someone gets defensive it’s usually a sign of fear that you’re losing control. When we don’t feel like we have control we lash out in a way to almost over compensate our illusion of control.  If we can just learn to laugh in the face of darkness, imagine how much more powerful we can become?

I remember lying on the floor of my bedroom when I was 16, I just wanted to the pain to stop. I couldn’t understand why life was so hard. Then at the moment I heard a ding from my computer. It was an instant message from someone I didn’t know but clearly knew me. They first told me that nobody likes me and that I should just move to another school then the next message came through with, “I’m not saying your hair is bad but I’ve seen my cat cough up better looking stuff” (I have naturally thick and curly hair). At that moment, I started to laugh uncontrollably. “That was actually funny” I thought to myself. I probably looked insane hysterically laughing in my room about a hateful comment about myself but the fact I could still laugh even though I felt so awfulmeant I was going to be OK. Not only would I survive this, I was still very much alive and I think at times reminding ourselves that difficult situations should be taken with compassion and understanding and a lot of humor. Especially for ourselves.

The kids still made fun of me, but it confused and frustrated the hell out of them when I’d just laugh back at their insults. “Good one!” I’d reply as I strolled away. Check-mate.