A friend of mine posted the above on FaceBook last night, and we awoke this morning to find another prominent celebrity has committed suicide. That makes 2 publicized celebrity suicides in 48-hours. On average, 1 person commits suicide every 16.2 minutes, and each suicide intimately affects at least 6 other people. (https://www.dosomething.org/us/facts/11-facts-about-suicide) Check on your strong friend.
In 2015, around 16.1 million adults aged 18 years or older in the U.S. had experienced at least one major depressive episode in the last year, which represented 6.7 percent of all American adults. (Depression, https://adaa.org/understanding-anxiety/depression)
We post these things on Social Media with messages of hope and strong urgings to seek help, and we tell others that they are not alone, but we still don’t talk about the elephant in the room. 16.1 Million Adults in the US have experienced at least one major depressive episode in the last year… Why don’t we have a hashtag movement? Why aren’t we talking about depression? We talked about rape and sexual assault which has been a taboo subject in his country for decades, but we can’t step up and let others know that they really and truly are not alone in this ultimate battle of the mind?
I am stepping up. You are not alone. You’ve got me. I am probably the happiest and most positive person you might meet. I find the positive in almost every situation, I am loved, people like me, and I have the most awesome family ever. I encourage others, I build my friends and family up, and I take care of anyone that will let me do so. I know these things about myself. However, I struggle with the daily turmoil in my head. I have bi-polar disorder. Check on your strong friend. I tried to kill myself when I was 15 years old, and I’ve thought about it at least 100 time since then. I spent the summer between my Junior and Senior year in a private mental hospital learning to cope, and survive. Because of this, I understand the power of therapy, and talking to others to get support.
Some days my depression is barely there, and other days I am scared to get in my car for fear I may drive off a bridge. I do have a toolkit that I have earned from years and years of therapy that helps me, but some days, I loose my shit, and I cry and scream, and act like a complete baby. Some days, I just lay in bed, and sleep. Some days, I really struggle to keep putting one foot in front of the other, so I follow my check lists, and get through my day one task at a time. I try very hard to be consciously aware of the jumbled mess that’s in my head. I’ve learned throughout the 35 years of struggling with my mental illness, the signs that I am about to fall off of the deep end. When I recognize those signs, I talk to someone about how I am feeling. I don’t care who, really, because I am not embarrassed, or ashamed. I just know that I want to live through it, and I need to let someone know that I am not quite right. Check on your strong friend. You are not alone. Ever. Step up, step out, do something. Go march, put up a sign, write a blog post, send an email, give someone a hug, shake a hand, be the smile that brightens a day, seek company, but don’t try to do this alone. There are at least 16.1 million of us that can band together and support one another. Let’s break this cycle.
#Iamdepression #Iammorethanmydepression #mentalhealthisgoodhealth #stopthestigma #checkonyourstrongfriend