Today was shitty. There was nothing particularly epic or eventful — no real moment that defined it, but there was a low, gray cloud that hung firmly over the whole thing. I was tired and everything was boring and the lady in TCS office was unspeakably awful and traffic was unreasonable and then dinner never happened. I just wanted the whole thing to be over from about 8AM on.
And then there was this article on my Facebook page. It was a beautiful young girl and she killed herself. And there was no amount of click-baiting that could get me to read it. Because I didn’t want to. I don’t ever want to. I don’t want to read about the ones who don’t make it, the ones whose sad becomes the only thing they know. Especially when they are young. So, so young.
So, like I was saying, today was shitty. Just because.
Today was also shitty because I was depressed. I hope that you see sunshine in every dark corner of the world, sweet boy, but I am also realistic. You come from a long line of world-class crazies, sads, and worriers, and the chances that you will emerge unscathed are not stoutly in your favour. I hope they are, but hope is a frivolity… But even if you do escape with a clear mind and a light heart, I still want for you to understand what it can be like.Because your compassion will fight the good fight. It might even save a friend one day.
For some of us the sun doesn’t always brighten the sky. We feel sad for reasons unknown or unseen, hopeless because we believe something the rest of the world cannot understand — maybe something that doesn’t even exist. There are days when — to me — there is no purpose, no reason, no motivation. My mind tells me things that I have no choice but to believe. I sometimes feel scared and sad. I forget that things pass, that the winds will shift and the seas will calm. In those moments, I am overwhelmed by the permanence of my darkness. I am convinced I have failed. I am nothing.
But I am always something. Though it may seem like a tiny pinprick of light, an illusion or trick of the mind, the belief that I am something — whether it be to me or someone — is enough to keep me walking forward. The feelings will pass. The darkness will subside. Nothing is permanent. Always remember, nothing is permanent.
If you every find yourself sad, remember that you are something. Visualize the tiniest point of light shining in the distant nothing and do not lose sight of it. Keep walking and waking until that tiny light becomes something — a new day, a friend, a hand, a doctor — something. Please, do not ever stop walking.
More importantly, remember that being sad is okay. Say something. Tell someone. There is no shame in being sad, scared, worried, or anxious. Always, always tell someone. And if someone tells you they are sad, make eye contact with them and then tell them how wonderful they are. Show them compassion and understanding. Imagine that you are their tiny pinprick of light. They are walking; walk with them.
I’ve learned something very valuable by writing things down: all the people you think are sane, all the people you think are perfect, all the people you think have it all together — they are scared too. We’re all trying to figure it out — the optimists, the pessimists, the hopeful ones, and the depressed ones. Even the Republicans.
If you one day find yourself depressed, whether it’s for a moment, a few days, or a battle that you fight always, I hope you find the courage to open up. I hope you find a reason to find a person (or a pill) to help you. The path doesn’t always get easier and there are times that the sun stays hidden for longer than you think you can hold on, but if we are only here this one time, and we only have this one chance, you deserve your turn. The world should be so lucky as to have you for as long as possible.
Be kind. Be happy.