Rabu, 18 Juni 2008

I Feel Blue

I don't feel like it. I'm just nothing. I can't do anything. Why does it always happen to me? I'm worthless. I'm weak. I want to die. Maybe it will be better when I'm gone.

Ever hear anything like it coming from a loved one? Ever ridicule or humiliate them because of it? Ever try to help? Did it work? Sometimes they never said anything until it was too late. Most of the times they did say something but no one understood until the worst happenned.

Depression. Doctors, general practitioners and psychiatrists alike, fear this word. Why? Because even the best effort might not help. Even with all the drugs and counselling and relentless support, a single slip of attention is all it takes for everything to crumble to dust. For people with depression, the bridge towards healing is narrow and brittle. Should we sit back and relax, while they were fighting to keep body and soul attached?

Suicide is not an option. People who did it, did not choose to kill themselves. It was only one way in front of them, surrounded by high walls. Where else would they walk? It was up to the people outside said walls to pull them up and away from the edge, and watched over them just in case.

Call for help. Before it was too late.

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