What a sad story indeed. Robin Williams, the man who could make anyone laugh, suffered so deeply from his depression and addictions that he only saw one way out. Oftentimes people don’t understand depression. For those who haven’t had the pleasure of dealing with it in person, either with yourself or through a loved one, it doesn’t make sense. “Just stop being sad”, “Cheer up” or “Snap out of it” are some common statements. When depression overtakes you, there is no snapping out of it, or cheering up. If somebody is laughing and having a good time, they must not be depressed, they have gotten past it. On the contrary, people who seem the happiest, can be the most tore up on the inside. Some are professional deflectors of who they are.
There is so much about this disease that people don’t understand, don’t want to know. It’s crazy and complex, and comes in waves. It’s dark and scary and can creep up on you when you least expect it. It’s without rhyme or reason, and it doesn’t discriminate. Just when you think you’re making some progress in your fight, it sucks you back down, deeper than before. Unless you’ve been there before, no one can understand the way your mind works when you’re depressed. The thoughts that rage within. I can absolutely understand why suicide feels like the only viable option, I’ve thought the same fleeting thoughts time and again. When you’re in your own personal hell, it’s the one thing that makes sense, that can stop the pain. However, thoughts of Elijah with no mother or father have always cleared through the murky thoughts, broken the spell, made me think clearly. His pain vs. my pain always won out. Some people aren’t that lucky.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – 1-800-273-8255
Depression is a bitch, no two ways about it. I wish we all could understand why it affects some people in a family and not others. It’s like a tornado, bouncing around wreaking havoc in this persons life, but not the next. Why do some people sink so low they can’t get out, no matter what their life seems like it should be? Why isn’t it easier to recognize in people? Why isn’t there a cure yet? So many unanswered questions that will never be answered. I wish as a society this was talked about more. Maybe people would understand it a little more, or those who suffer from it wouldn’t feel so embarrassed about it, try so hard to hide it from those they love so much. There are so many misconceptions about it, people don’t want to share for fear of what others will think. At least in my case that’s how it was. How it is. Surely I’m not the only one who feels this way.
If you know somebody who suffers from depression, or who you think MAY suffer from depression, don’t make assumptions, or make callous remarks about ‘snapping out if it’. Talk to them, really talk to them, and be honest. Tell them you don’t understand how they feel, but want to help, and need to know how best to do that. Don’t offer advice to something you don’t get.