I am sure we have all been there. Whether feeling down or fighting clinical depression – we find our own little way of coping. But if it really is that serious, it surely can’t be that difficult to admit it. I thought.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
A few months ago the Cosmopolitan put this worrying problem of our modern age into the spotlight. This is the hot topic today. Yet again. After another celebrity chose to end his life. Another life lost to Depression.
This news hit me, as it did millions of people around the world. Why on earth, why… It can’t possibly be that difficult to ask for help.
And still it is. Sometime ago I was very close to seeing mydoctors and do it. Ask for help. Ask for medication. Fighting the prejudice that antidepressants are for obviously ill people, I chose what I thought to be the easy way: deal with it myself.
Is this the easy way though? If it can lead to ending your life…
I am lucky to have my outlets: music and writing. Not everyone has them. They may not be guaranteed to work next time, either. What we need is our friends, but letting them in is just so damn hard. Would we be brave enough to show them how vulnerable we really are? Probably not.
Why is it so difficult to ask for help? If you know the answer, reply to this post. I would be grateful. So would be those who care to read this.
And, until then, I dedicate this song to the latest victim of one of the big killers of this century. R.I.P., Robin Williams