When I was in high school, I wanted, first, to be a researcher in a lab to find cures...helping people with cancer and all these consuming diseases. I've lost a family member 4 years ago to this damned disease. Then, I got stumbled into "another" type of Cancer (or that's what I call it personally).....
"Depression"... Cancer Of the Soul. We lose people everyday because of depression.
To show how cancer and depression are greatly alike, I'd like first, to tell you that depression is nothing like sadness... It is totally different.... It's a disease and not a temporary state.
Depression is a silent soul eater... It triggers itself to hide behind your every bits of your body. You don't know when you first got it, you don't even know why you got it. It just....multiplies...reproduces itself withing your soul until eventually you can breath no more.
The worst part about it, is that you have to deal with it on your own... Not only because no one understands... But because you have to be the one to dig your hands inside your soul and plug it out.... That's what everyone thinks... That is it's simple to dispose.
But they are blind... They have no idea what kind of battle a depressed person goes through every minute of his life.
He has to get up and begin a new day with an old and frustrated soul, prepare himself for more consuming-situations. Face the same people, the same challenges, the same fear and display the best of his performance in everything, his speech to everyone and to deliver the best results or else he is damn retarded. He has to pretend like he is okay or else he is a depressive person who is not loved by people. He is forced to give every word an ear or else he doesn't want to get better.
Who on earth told you that I don't want to get better? Have you tried anything I'm going through at all?
Those people who commit suicide because of depression were simply numb just before they decided to take their own lives.
You try it and you will be afraid... You keep saying that you don't want to live any more in this world but when it's time to do it, you will back down. Those people didn't back down, because that part of them was gone and they literally felt nothing...
How scary? To see the devil dancing in front you and inviting you to let it go, and you don't seem to be afraid... You don't seem to be thinking... You don't seem to care what would happen after its over....
Then people would dare to call these people junkies or high the moment they took their own lives... Just judging... And judging.... And judging.... And keeps on even more judging....
When those people were with us, people never showed any mercy, and blamed them for feeling constantly sad. And after its done, They keep on blaming them for doing it.
There are still people around you suffer from that kind of cancer... Help them instead of feeding them bullshit.
