What is it with everybody asking me if I’d like to ”go for a walk”, as if that would somehow cure my depression? Always ”go for a walk” as if it isn’t a physically and mentally exhausting sensory overload of loud cars swishing by, sun, wind and sweat and to top it all off a person talking next to me where I have to answer to their stupid questions with a contrived ”yes” or ”mhm” or maybe a fake laughter every now and then.
A walk is the furthest thing from a cure, at least to me. It is torture. I know that they mean well but I explained to them many times why I don’t wanna go for a walk but it’s as they just forget what I said.