In a world where we glorify sarcasm and bash on sensitivity, it is getting harder and harder to cope with depression. People often belittle depression. They seem to associate it with random mood swings. You share just a little piece of how you truly feel and then you get judged, mocked, and made fun of. People would often tell you to move on and get over it because its not anything physical. But thats where they are wrong. Depression involves all aspects of a persons life. It ruins a person emotionally, mentally and physically.
Let me share with you just some of the things I faced (and continue to face) in my battle against depression.
The suicide thoughts are endless. I think about them every time my brain is not preoccupied. For example, when I cross the street, I stare at the passing vehicles and I think of how easy it would be to just throw myself in the center and die. I debate on whether or not I should leave a suicide note. Then I begin to wonder if people were going to attend my funeral. Then my heart begins to feel a painful squeeze as I imagine myself being buried without anyone mourning for me. The emotions of self-loathing gets heavier. And then I feel helpless. And alone. And insignificant.
The panic attacks have the worst timings. They get triggered by the littlest actions and then all of a sudden, my whole body feels cold. I start to sweat profusely and it gets harder to breathe. I try to think of all the things my psychiatrist told me. Happy thoughts. Unfortunately, those happy thoughts dont work all the time. I clench my chest and lock myself in the bathroom again. I try to inhale as much air as I can, but its useless. I feel like everything I try to breathe in doesnt even reach my lungs. I repeat this to myself over and over again. I hate depending on medication but my little self pep talk wasnt working, so I go out of the bathroom and grab the much-hated medicine canister. I take the familiar pill and wait for it to take effect.
Crying spells at night are a problem, too. I dont want anyone to see me cry because Id be labeled as being too sensitive and too shallow. They would ask me why Im crying and Id try to explain, but some people wouldnt and couldnt understand. So I practiced the art of crying silently instead. I let my tears fall uncontrollably as they soak my pillow. Every night, I cry myself to sleep as I hope that my eyes would eventually get tired and my body would finally allow me to sleep without nightmares. Eventually, I fall asleep hating myself for feeling too much.
Then some days, it gets really, really bad. The pain becomes too much. Everything just hurts and the pain starts to destroy the little self-love left. I grab the blade I carefully hid and begin to cut. My vision is blurred by tears but I sense the familiar sting and I feel relief and guilt all at the same time. I knew it was wrong but at least, this was a kind of pain that I could control. Id make one cut, and then another, and then another. I continue to cry because I know its wrong to harm myself but I dont know how to cope anymore. I have my family and friends but I do not feel like they are there for me. I lock myself in the bathroom for hours and then I look for a huge wrist band as an attempt to cover the cuts. I go out and act like nothing ever happened and everybody around me does the same.
Depression can do a lot of things to a person and it can manifests in several other ways other than what I have shared above. So the next time you meet someone who tells you that he or she is depressed, dont tell her to get over it, just give them a hug. Make them feel loved and treasured. Abandon the sarcasm and mean words and replace them with simple gestures of kindness and empathy. Just be sensitive, because sometimes, thats all a broken person asks for.
