I feel that the worst thing to say too someone who suffers from depression is “Ok, we’ll get something sorted”.
I suffer from depression, I have since I was 9 years old, and I’m now coming up to my 23 years mark.
And while I may have suffered less since I gave birth to my beautiful 3 year old son, I doesn’t change the fact that I still suffer from it.
Depression is not a joke, its a real thing.
Its a deep, dark thing that sits inside you, curling and twisting, all the while sinking its claws into you’re very soul and whispering untruths to you.
And we fall for those lies..
But we try and fight them too..
I’ve fought harder than I ever have in the last 4 years. But its still claws and pulls at me.
I finally told my Mum the other week that the depression had been getting me down a lot more lately,..
She’s the only person I ever tell, because no one else believes me, they all think I’m attention seeking, but I don’t think I’m that kind of person.
I love my Mum, she’s a fantastic person, she’s caring and funny, the type of Mum I aspire to be, but I don’t think she understands how dire depression can be.
I think she means well.. I’d like to think that deep down she’s knows how badly I need her help, but I don’t think she does.
"Ok, we’ll get something sorted" she always tells me.
And every time I believe her… And every time nothing is done…
This probably makes no sense to any one, but I had to get it off my chest.. I don’t really know why though, the out come will probably be the same as always.
Nothing will probably be down for the thousands of others suffering with depression, but really I don’t think pills and therapy session make any kind of a difference, but that might just be me..
I like the believe that LOVE is the thing that makes a difference for myself and people like me — Love and Family — and maybe its a silly notion to think like that, but I can honestly tell you that I’m happiest when I’m with my son, and my Mum and my little brother (and sometimes my father too).
I want to believe that I’ll wake up some day, and the depression will be gone, but its highly unlikely.
So maybe we can’t completely fix it, but maybe we can try…
Maybe next time a friend or family member looks down you’ll ask them if their ok, and while they might not tell you it just might save them a little, give them a reason to fight.
Maybe when someone finally gets the courage to finally tell you of their depression you’ll really listen, and not just nod and say "Ok, we’ll get it sorted".
Who knows, maybe you’ll save someone, maybe you’ll pull them out of the dark long enough to get them to fight.
Depression isn’t a game, its not meant to be a joke or a lie that gets you out how something..
Its a really thing, a really, nasty, horrible demon that lives withing people..
So please,please take depression seriously!