FOR EVERY FRIEND WHO'S IN DEPRESSION

In a desperate moment I watched a fucking video. The title is "The video that might change or save many people's Life." And that was a fucking mistake. I must tell you that. And here he says:

"I must tell you this. About four or five months ago, I think. You might have seen it on the news. A young lady, 34-year-old lady, who was a television anchor in Hyderabad jumped off the fifth-floor window and killed herself. Left a note: 'Nobody is responsible for my death. My brain is my enemy.' How many million years it took to get this brain this size? And now it becomes your enemy? She articulated this. But this is true with almost 90% of the human beings. They are suffering their own intelligence, isn't it? If you take away half of their brain, they'll be peaceful (Making a funny face and the audience laughing). Yes, and that's why a whole bunch of idiots are going about saying that the ultimate goal of life is peace of mind. Such people will only rest in peace." Out of 400+ comments, there are only 9 comments that felt, it's a cruel joke. Now that is a kind of reality we're dealing with. And how on earth one can ever expect little help or support from anyone. This is heartbreakingly sad and painful. I was then realising this fact again and again; the ones who had suffered from mental illness can only understand the darkness, helplessness, hopelessness, isolation, and the whole suffering it brings. For the rest, it's a fucking joke!

Yeah, "Depression is a condition that is almost unimaginable to anyone who has not known it." Can't agree more. He continues saying: "No one can do anything but beg for help (if he can do even that) at the lowest depths of a major depression." The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression by Andrew Solomon.

One of the understanding comments was this: "This is the most harmful and insensitive thing to say about a tragic situation that demands our empathy not such callousness. That poor soul who has departed does not deserve this. This is a grievous injustice."

FOR EVERY FRIEND WHO'S IN DEPRESSION They always called me names Aloof Loser Useless Hopeless And countless more Being unable to be a voice for myself I was then sinking Behind the deceitfully serene face of depression Wish there was someone to lend a hand.