We are living in a world where depression is getting very common but the way people treat it is not that helpful. You will hear people saying that it is a difficult phase that you are going through and you will be fine after a few days. That’s not true as if you are suffering from depression then it can lead to some serious consequences. Chronic depression is a disease that should be treated like a serious health disorder and not something that is called a phase.
Two summers ago I came home from my first year at college. I rode the train from Chicago to New Orleans with my mother, while my father took the interstate with all of my belongings. The day we left, there was a palpable tension between my parents, mostly from my father. I thought that once I got back home and settled in, we would all be alright.
It was a chilly night in Manhattan. A sad girl walked the snowy streets, feeling snowflakes fall against her smooth, tan skin. She had been walking around for almost half an hour, wearing just a plain, old, thin, white dress in the middle of december. In her arms, she held a small shih tzu puppy. She loved that puppy so she knew that she was doing him a favor. She paused. Right in front of her, was a woman standing under a postlight, wearing a thick, red, coat. She wore a matching red hat on her head. The woman turned around, her thick raven hair flying behind her gracefully, as a big smile formed on her glowing face. She waved to the girl, who came running over to her, holding the precious puppy securely in her arms. The woman smiled. “Hi. I’m Jeanette. Wow he’s such a sweetie!” the woman said, sticking a finger out towards the puppy, allowing him to lick it. The girl felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek, as she handed her puppy to the woman. The puppy looked at the girl, whining and crying. The thought of someone else cuddling, holding, and playing with her puppy pained her bleeding heart even more. She sighed. “You take care of my little rascal.” she said, petting the dog and placing a kiss on the tip of his nose for the last time, before she stiffly turned away from him. Her bottom lip quivered at the sound of her puppy whining and barking loudly. She hugged herself and sped up her movements, until she can no longer hear the dog’s cries.
Is everything alright? He skimmed the message on his dimly-lit phone screen. He sat up in bed. It was two in the morning. The darkness closed in, the only light being from his phone.
This is a true story about me. First, I want to say that I wish I could go back and change a lot of my life choices but I obviously can't. Suicide and suicide attempts are terrible things to even consider. I hope my story helps someone else seek help instead of making the same poor choice that I did by staying silent. I should mention that I am still silent on this matter to those who think to know me. I deal with heart palpitations constantly now, when I had never had them before. If my story speaks to you, please leave a tip. I have no insurance and can't afford a doctor's visit.
Being happy when you have depression is definitely not the easiest thing in the world. For instance yesterday I was happy all day. My husband and I rearranged our room together yesterday. That doesn’t sound fun at all and honestly rearranging a bedroom is not fun at all. Normally rearranging a room is stressful, but I was happy and having fun and we kept picking on each other and laughing. Today I feel like being happy takes work and that if one little thing goes wrong then my entire day is just ruined.
You never know what is actually going on behind that beautiful face you see every day, you never know how heavy that heart feels to act normal in order to fake feelings, and you never know how hard that soul cries to sleep every night. All you know is how happy and peaceful they look outside.
I have no idea what depression is and how it looks like. I thought you could either be sad and happy but have no amount of sadness that can destroy a human life. I came to know this only when I went to the Western world and having two past relationships in which they both have depression. I’ve seen all sentiments on Facebook and how important to address a problem that’s eating away the minds of affected people. This type of mental illness is dangerous and unpredictable. How can we solve a problem that is spread out and no objective kind of healing that can swiftly eradicate its symptoms? I have been interested in this subject because I have encountered it and experienced it with people that were once involved in my life. I guess it is just right to understand what it is and how we can prevent this from happening or how to alleviate the problem if it’s happening to your loved ones.
It’s a beautiful June morning in the spring of 2020. A year none of us living will ever forget. A year that will be written about in history books for future generations. Whether we are 90 years old or merely a child, this year will be personally life changing. There is A LOT going on. The Novotel Corona virus combined with the global protests to fight for equality have created a new world that we all now live in. What we know and how we live our lives has been turned upside down and inside out. Nothing is the same. In terms of employment, which is so critical to living a comfortable life, some of us are fortunate enough to be able to work from home. Some of us have found ourselves unemployed and some of us are essential workers who are both physically and mentally exhausted. We now are afraid about our futures and in some cases, people are afraid about where their next meal will come from, how they will feed their children and how they will ever recover from this dark place. But wait…
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