Today, my cousin passed away after suffering from depression, ADHD, anxiety and drug addiction. He overdosed on Xanax and morphine — with hopes of ending the pain inside him. I received the news from my mom because she knew I was the right person to tell. She knew I understood what he was going through — that suicide in the mind of depressives is an escape, an end to the pain we’re suffering from. Suicide is not an excuse or a call for attention, at times, it is the only way to have peace with ourselves.
As a person suffering from severe depression, I am deeply affected by my cousin’s passing. I do not blame him, but I empathize with him. I am relieved that he’s in a better place now and finally resting. I, too, struggle with suicidal thoughts often. I find myself thinking of ways to end my life just to make the thoughts stop and free myself from the intangible pain. What sucks about depression, mental illnesses in general, is that it’s invisible. Nobody knows what’s in your mind most of the time. You could be laughing from ear-to-ear or enjoying the company of others, but interiorly, you’re falling apart. It doesn’t mean that when someone looks happy, they are.
Depression is not an illness you can just “snap out of” or “pray for” and then it goes away. There is no happy pill or a magical remedy. It’s a lifetime illness that cripples and eats you from the inside. It’s an everyday battle with your mind, constantly telling you negative thoughts such as — you’re not good enough, you’re worthless, it’s your fault, you don’t deserve to be loved. It’s the kind that keeps you awake at night, analyzing every action and decision you’ve made in the past thinking that all of it was a mistake.
Having depression is like carrying an umbrella everywhere waiting for the rain or having a dark cloud above you. It’s literally seeing the world gray as if all of life’s color has been washed away. It’s constantly battling with yourself everyday — more like, living the worst day of your life repeatedly.
Sometimes, it’s faking a smile or trying to keep yourself busy only to find yourself breaking down in the bathroom floor at the end of the day. Some days, it’s finding yourself crying constantly until your eyes hurt or sometimes, feeling numb like a rock. It’s not tasting the good in food and eating simply becomes a means for survival or binge eating to ease the pain inside. It’s reading a book and getting stuck in the same line, realizing you actually don’t understand it. It’s watching a movie without enjoying it. I remember opting to watch horror movies instead of the usual rom-com just to be able to feel something.
Depression makes you feel not only lonely, but alone. It’s achingly painful how much you want company — a hug from a friend or family, but at the same time, being suffocated by their presence. It’s feeling alone in a room with your favorite people. Sometimes, it’s pushing people away to protect them from your depressed self.
It’s sitting quietly in the dinner table, having an internal argument with yourself whether you should speak or not because you’re afraid you might say something wrong or that it won’t matter. Sometimes it’s just listening to your friends and family’s conversations trying to follow and understand them.
Depression also makes you physically fatigued. The most difficult part of the day is getting out of bed. You feel like there’s a massive weight in your chest and your legs have lead — everything is heavy. It’s constantly having a heavy heart and a lump in your throat — the sensation you feel when you hold back tears and it continues to grow even when you swallow it down. You haven’t started the day and you’re already tired. Sometimes, when the sun rises, that’s the only time you’ll be able to sleep after tirelessly ruminating the entire night. Somedays, you won’t even get any sleep at all, it’s already a miracle to sleep for three hours.
Battling with depression makes you realize how long the seconds, minutes and hours of everyday are. Everyday, your only goal is to get through the day and make it out alive. But there are days too that you wish you didn’t have to go through another. Everyday, I wished that I didn’t have to wake up or see another because I was so tired. And really, sometimes you just want to give up, to disappear — to escape.
Depression is not only a mental illness, it is also physical. It affects the entire person, our view of life, ourselves and our relationships. The stigma on mental illness pains me because only few people understand what we really go through. I just hope that people would make an effort to be educated on what it’s really about. At the end of the day, what we really need are people who are willing to listen and understand us.
Sometimes, encouraging words may help, but ensuring us your presence is more than enough. It’s the touch and the warmth of your love that will remind us that there are better days ahead.
I guess the reason why I’m heavily affected by my cousin’s passing is because I feel his pain. I know the struggle to survive everyday and not understand the reason why we have to or how difficult it is to keep your head above the water. I, too, long for that rest and peace.
Although he chose to rest, I know that, that is what he needed. I will forever be proud of the days he lived and his strength for pulling through. Depression is definitely not an easy battle. I cannot guarantee that I will win over it, but I will try to, for him.