Just Another Statistic

Mon, 09/16/2013 - 11:52 -- jssplmr

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96755
United States
20° 12' 19.1484" N, 155° 47' 5.0172" W
96755
United States
20° 12' 19.1484" N, 155° 47' 5.0172" W

I was once depressed.

Most people didn’t know. You slap a smile on your face and they don’t take the time to tell the difference between happy and sad.

Parents, teachers, counselors, all wanting me to make these important life decisions when I wasn’t even sure whether I wanted to be alive.

What was even worse were those who did know, constantly watching me, not trusting me to be by myself in fear that I might go to sleep and never wake up.

And they would constantly interrogate me with all their questions.

“What made you depressed?” “Why don’t you just be happy?” “Am I not enough for you?” “Are you scared?” And I would answer, “Like hell.”

Depression isn’t just something you feel, it’s something you are.

It’s waiting until 2 A.M. to go to bed in fear that you may have to lay there unable to sleep and let your mind wander to things that you don’t want to think about.

It’s drowning, but looking around and seeing that everyone else is still breathing.

It’s being scared to be alone, but at the same time not wanting to be around anyone else.

And no matter if your eyes are opened or closed, you always see the same darkness.

I was once depressed, but I’m not anymore. And I’m not saying all this so you’ll feel sorry for me or see me as someone else.

What I’m saying is 1 in 8 teenagers have felt the same way that I have…

All I’m saying is there’s 25 teenagers in this room.

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