I see a lot of depressed people say “oh I feel so bad, I’m such a burden on the people in my life.”

And, yeah, you are. You’re absolutely a burden on someone. I am a burden. We are all of us a burden. And that’s ok.

My kids are young and for a lot of my time with them they were helpless blobs. They have been so much work! They have made me tired, they have made me sick, they have made me worried, they have spent my money, they have punched me in the junk. Don’t let anyone sugarcoat how hard it is to be a parent.

And I would do anything for them. I would die for them. I love them more than anything and would do it all over again, gladly, a thousand times.

It’s ok to be a burden. Literally every human being is, at some point, a burden on someone else. All of us need help almost all of the time. 

Because we take care of each other.

David Graeber once noted that we’re fragile biological beings who die without each other. It’s ok to be a burden. Be a burden. And take care of someone else when they’re a burdens. It’s the only thing we can do, really: take care of each other.

It’s ok.