I came across a Facebook post I wanted to share here.
Artwork © Jolene Lai
“Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement. So the next time you look at someone’s life covetously, remember… you may not want to endure what they are enduring right now, at this moment, whilst they sit so quietly before you, looking like a calm ocean on a sunny day. Remember how vast the ocean’s boundaries are. Whilst somewhere the water is calm, in another place in the very same ocean, there is a colossal storm.” —Nikita Gill, People Survive in Different Ways
When you’re depressed, you feel like you’re the only one in the world who can possibly feel so bad at that moment in time. I’ve lived with some form of depression as far back as I can remember, but it hit like a bolt of lightning when I turned 10. Ever since then, I’ve been on pill after pill to try and control it — but some days, nothing works.
And it’s usually the days I actually feel like doing something. Whether it’s hosting friends at our new place (or just seeing somebody, not necessarily playing hostess), or going somewhere I’m invited and loved and among people whom I love, or trying to play video games — or trying to write, my unarguably number one passion…it’s impossible for me. I’m already having a tough time trying to get back into writing — art, crochet, and painting seem to be more my things lately — but days like lately make it almost impossible.
Depression is like an eddy you can’t quite escape from, pulling and sucking you in until your lungs fill with water and you sink to the bottom. Sometimes it takes a lot to pull me out from the depths, but sometimes it disappears, leaving me drained but revitalized. Every time somebody bashes pharmaceuticals, it leaves me wondering: “would I still be alive if it weren’t for some form of them?” I’ve been on my share of ineffective ones and ones that made me feel like a zombie, and ones that (so far) seem to be working (mostly).
But I’ve noticed a pattern of behavior with my depression: it always seems to set in around the time of my seizures. And unfortunately that’s been a defining part of the last five months, so it isn’t a mystery as to why my depression has set in a little deeper this time.
I’ve met a lot of wonderful people over the last five months especially, and I only hope to meet more. I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface of Birmingham, and I’ve lived here my entire life. That’s my challenge for the upcoming months: explore, expand my worldview, and enjoy the life I was given and am living.
Because it’s the only one I’ll get.