While sitting outside a café or at a beach or simply just walking down the street, I like to watch people. I like the old grumpy uncle in my apartment who never smiles, but dotes on his dogs. I love to see little Emily play with her nanny. I admire the gorgeous Lebanese lady and her amazing fashion sense and then there are so many other faces that I don’t recollect but something they do just stays, like once when in the lift I was greeted cheerfully by a lovely woman.. all she said was a ‘Good Morning’, but the way she did, it actually did feel like a good morning. You see so many different people in a day, some happy, some sad, some angry, some kind, some who live life to the fullest, others who struggle to finish a day and then there are the depressed people.
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Until recently Depression was not taken seriously, being depressed became synonymous with being sad, it is just a phase most people justified, little did they know that this phase was not a one time guest, but an annoying one who shows up uninvited and yet stays for an unknown time.
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Depression doesn’t just make you feel inadequate, it steals your courage, will power, faith and even the capacity to love. It opens up all the raw wounds, and makes you replay over and over again, those memories that you sealed and kept away, never wanting to ever think of them. They suddenly play on on a loop like a quick reel of flashbacks, all the disappointments, failed attempts, lost loves, broken promises, missed opportunities play before your eyes as though nothing has changed since then and all of a sudden you see your life being washed away, you question your purpose of existence, suddenly the showers become longer, tears become hard to stop, silence engulfs conversations and you no longer are the person you were or hoped to be.
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It’s like living in a bubble, you tell yourself that it’s just a bubble, one prick and it will burst, but depression is a bubble that swallows you up, you become a spectator of your own life, you see it crumbling before your own eyes and little by little, it suffocates you until you can’t take it anymore. A lot of people dismiss depression as yet another loneliness syndrome, but it’s more than a loneliness syndrome. Depression if not treated is a silent killer of your happiness, confidence and sometimes even your life and more people should be aware of it before it’s too late. On February 11, was Sylvia Plath’s 51st death anniversary, a life lost due to an untreated disease called Depression. A disease that kills your desire to live, and no one deserves to feel like that and give up so easily. If you are depressed, get help, reach out and fight back for your life because you count..your life counts.
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Sandra is a student, an amateur writer, reader, dreamer, shopaholic and the list goes on and on. She loves long walks on the beach and waking up to a wonderful breakfast, visiting new places and meeting new people. In short she likes every thing in life that is not black and white. Admires people who lead their life differently,who look beyond the obvious and seek to live their life according to their convictions, at their own pace and in own their time. She blogs at http://www.fortheperfectionistinme.blogspot.in
