#postitfordepression

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Post It For Depression

#POSTITFORWARD #POSTITFORDEPRESSION

Hey all you out there. Let’s have a talk. Because something as simple as a “Hello!” or a “How ya doin?"could save a life.

My name is Din and I wanted to say something about depression. Now a lot of people think depression is just you feel sad or that something bad has to happen to get it. Well I want to say that’s wrong. Depression can strike at any time and can be just as bad as any disease out there. There are people that will say "Oh they’ll get over it.” Or “Oh they just want attention.” No! As someone who has dealt with, and is still dealing with, depression I want to say that it is serious!

When I was young, I dealt with quite a bit. I lost most of my family to cancer or old age. I dealt with it quite well for my age but as I got older and started thinking more I started to feel more and more alienated. My friends started to notice me losing interest in the things that I used to love. I used to love being outside all the time but after a while I felt incapable of being outside without thinking that I’ve somehow messed something up. I stopped talking to people because I felt that when I discussed my problems with them I brought their mood down I made them sad, and that hurt me more than anything.but thanks to a couple of very close friends and my family I was able to wake up. They started sitting down and just talking with me. It didn’t have to be about anything specific. They just talked with me. Then I started becoming part of the online community and I found some people that would just say hi for no reason. Those people always cheered me up. And between my online friends and the friends who lived right down the road from me I was able to slowly crawl out of the hole that I had dug myself into. Thanks to one specific online friend I still am able to sit here and tell you the story.

Even if it’s only to say hello or how are you doing. Take the minute or so it takes to type it or say it because you could very well save a life. If you notice someone shifting drastically from doing what they love to feeling like they can’t do anything at all please say something to them. All you really need to do is show them that they are needed that they are loved. If they need help then offer it to them, if you can show them their options or just be that shoulder that they can cry on the do it. Sometimes we just need somebody to talk to. Even if you don’t know somebody you can see when they need help or when they just need someone to say hello. So reach out, say hello, ask them how they’re doing. Who knows you might just make the best friend you’ve ever had.

From me to you and everyone else around please post it forward. Join me and everyone else trying to make a difference. Reach out, say hello, and you could possibly save a life.

My ask box is always open.

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My Thoughts on Suicide

Jordan P. Quinn 

October 20, 2014 

Suicide a short expose on the finer things in life It’s always been funny to me, that we are put on this Earth with but only one purpose: Live life. This is funny to me because of the often unfortunate predisposition to hate the idea of living your life. Shockingly, some of us never grow out of the ‘I hate my life’ (meant to be read as if you were a pouting pre-teen stomping your foot and yelling into your sweet mother’s face) phase. Instead, we extrapolate the aforementioned ‘I hate my life’ phase into the ‘I hate my life’ (meant to be read as if you were penning the final words of your suicide letter in calligraphy flowing from a quill pen because your level of self-hatred deserves that kind of soul shivering angst) phase. The vast majority of you will carry on casually as the pouting pre-teen for the remainder of your existence, lamenting your lot in life only when it is convenient and only when you have an audience there to tell you how tragic your existence truly is. Then, you and your audience will share a mutually affectionate warm embrace and spend the rest of your night in the kind of euphoria only a group sing along of ‘Kumbuya’ can produce, wondering why you ever questioned the point of it all in the first place. My heart goes out to you, singers of Kumbuya. You are blessed people. You are also sickeningly positive and should probably read a fucking book and grow a sense of reality. Then, there is the remaining minority. Those of us who lament our existence in private. Who live our lives simply because it was predetermined that we should live them, not because we want to. Some of us carry on for friends or for family or for work or for that cute girl who smiles at you when you finish checking out your groceries or for your dog or insert whatever other small facet of your pathetic existence allows you to justify another day of drawing breath. But that is all we do, we carry on. We just exist. We do not live. That is an important distinction. We all (majority and minority alike) partake in the tale of life. Much like the game of Life (copyright, Hasbro or whoever else poisoned our childhoods with false idealifications), the tale of Life is long and winding and probably pointless and somewhere along the way you will get married and have 2.5 kids with a white picket fence and some designer dog breed that will be superior to your neighbor’s designer dog breed which you will banter about at block parties after which you will go home and have mediocre, slightly intoxicated sex with your partner. Both the majority and minority mentioned above, who together compose about 98.6-99.5% of humanity, will engage in the cycle above. Though, as our endeavors with the board game show us, there are varying levels of success to be had within this winding and probably pointless life. The remaining .5-1.4% of humans, the truly empty souls who have deprived themselves and those around them the right to exist, those are the unsung heroes of this story. It is estimated that .5-1.4% of humans commit suicide. It is the 10th leading cause of death in the world, putting us right up there with such winners as diarrhea in developing countries and renal failure. Within my age group (18-24, the undisputed cesspool of cynicism, angst, and bad fashion choices) it is the 3rd leading cause of death. My hypothesis as to why this is such a devastating plague amongst the youths of society: take an already self conscious, probably barely post-pubescent human. Uproot them from home. Put them in college. Multiply stress by roughly 10. Give most of them an STI because college kids are stupid. Expose them to an environment where roughly 39% of them binge drink. Add 15 pounds onto their already self conscious frame. Develop or expose a previously well hidden case of Depression/BPD/MPD/Schizophrenia/Anxiety. Find your preferred method. Use it. Die. Die. Die. Die. Dead. Now you are dead. However, your friends family colleagues that cute girl who smiles at you when you finish checking out your groceries your dog they are not dead they are very much alive and they are left with an atom-bomb-sized void in their life because of you. But what do you care? You’re dead. You are the unsung hero of your own tale of life because you, and only you, had the strength to end a life. You ended the most despicable life you could imagine. You are proud of yourself. You feel light, for once. The biggest misconception about suicide across all age groups and all demographics and all of society is that it is the easy way out. That it is somehow an excuse like showing up late to class because your dog ate your homework or because you had more pressing bills to pay or because she was drunk and it seemed like she liked it at the time but it isn’t an excuse like any of these things. It is an answer. Suicide takes more strength than almost anything. We are programmed to have a desire to live. The list of people places and things in our lives I have repeated multiple times that will be left empty because of us because of you it means nothing. No amount of love they could impose upon you could make you love yourself. Your self hatred, something you create and something you feel and breathe and live and let live overpowers everything around you. You are blind to it. To create something that overwhelming, to channel it to overcome our most primal desire to survive, that is strength. That is power. I do not think suicide is the right answer. I think it is an answer. It was almost mine on more than one occasion. It took me giving up everything that ever meant something to me to see that the love I was ignoring and the feelings I had and the potential within me was worth something more than 6 feet of dirt. I was not strong enough for suicide. I am too weak on my own to live. But I am bolstered by the love from those around me. I am bolstered by the emotions I have buried for years. I am bolstered by the fact that I know I am worth something now. Those are the finer things in life. The things that make you realize that you can proceed through this winding and pointless tale of life like it was predetermined that you should do. You have absolutely no say in how when where or why you come into being. But you do have some say in how when where and why you make an impact and how when where where and why you die. I wish on nobody the strength to take their own life. I wish for everybody the ability to see that they are weak without accepting things as they are. Without embracing what life we have left to live. Live. Live. Live. Lived.

[vulcanscully]

You can’t see them very well because of my cam quality, but there are cuts on my arms. There are some on my legs, too. I am 22 years old, graduating college in two days. I have been self-harming these last few months for the first time since early in high school. I’ve become someone I don’t recognize in many ways, my social anxiety taking over as soon as it gets dark and the parties start. I’ve never been one for the big parties but my friends are, and it seems lately that in order for them to have a good time they need to step away from me. Is that actually the case? I don’t know. Why? Because my mind warps everything they say and do into something entirely different. Into something negative. Something goes off like a switch in my mind, and for however long I’m in that dark place, I can’t remember ever being happy. 

This is what depression is. However much it’s romanticized in pop culture and unfortunately on this website, feeling like you should be dead is nothing to make movies about. From day to day I don’t know whether or not I’ll have the courage--or cowardice, depending on how you look at it--to finally end my life. I’m a burden to my friends and, in my last week of college, probably burning more bridges than sustaining them. All because of the little switch in my brain. Depression is a real, neurological imbalance and should be treated as such. #PostitForward is a great opportunity to breach the gap between what people should be talking about versus what they’re choosing not to talk about.

Get help. I waited longer than I should have, but I’m getting help now. If you’re suffering from the disease I am, then you should too. And however cliche it sounds--you aren’t alone.

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Hey, let’s raise our hands for depression awareness

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Post It Forward!!!

It is okay to cry, by yourself or with people. But I beg of you, please don’t try to handle it on your own! You can talk to me,  or anybody (counselor, best friend, random people). YOU ARE NOT ALONE 

Keep your head up high. You can do this. I’ve had best friends do it and you can do it too.

You’re amazing. Never Forget That.