The only story everyone’s talking about these days is the infamous ‘Sheena Bora Murder Case‘. Though, I am not following it the way media is covering it, I do know about the basic overview of the whole case. I tend to skip the Sheena Bora murder case pages in the newspaper. But, today this short story dedicated to Sheena Bora‘s diary was at the front page of ‘Times of India‘. So, I read it.
Honestly telling, it got me thinking. And sad.
Sheena Bora writes in her diary: “Oh! Happy Birthday to me! But I am not happy. It seems as if I have got nothing in my life. Nothing! My future is very bleak to me. Just depression has encircled me from all sides. Disgusting life it is. I hate my mother, that bloody b**ch. She is not a mother. She is a witch..”
And then again she writes: ” Daddy I am very angry with you. Ok I didn’t get any time to write any letter to you but you should have written to me.”
Depression, the silent killer.
Often, we tend to give an ignorant look to the ones who seem sad, lonely or just not like us! Sometimes we get annoyed at some people because they didn’t behave well. Or when our very own friends tend to maintain a distance from us.
I know this, because I have been under depression. Not once, but twice.
The first time I suffered depression, I got migraine. The second time I suffered depression, two years ago, I wanted to end my life or just run away to nowhere.
I really didn’t want to talk to anybody at that time. My friends seemed to me as fake. My family seemed to me as not supportive enough. And then one phone call changed it all.
I think the only reason I got out of my second depression phase was because of my family. Because they didn’t leave me alone. Not only my parents or my brother, but my extended family.
Everybody tried their best to convince me to LIVE LIFE!!
And that one phone call was from my bhaiya (elder brother). He just said a very simple thing to me that if your plan A didn’t work out, why don’t you have a plan B?
And I got that plan B from my cousin sister. Oh! How will I ever thank her for that?
What I know about depression and depressed people is that their thinking power tends to be zero at that time. They don’t have any idea about life or anything. Even a small problem, solvable by a kid, seems big to them. And once you are in depression, every feeling of yours get heightened. Your hatred gets magnified. Your love for someone gets magnified. You doubt things. You get insecure.
And people living under these circumstances, often (actually always) act weird. And hence, people, except for their family, turn out to be a problem for them, for they never try to cope with such people.
I have read so many books on optimism after that fiasco. From Robin Sharma to Tony Robbins and Rhonda Byrne, I have read it all. And reading has helped me a lot, besides my very supportive family.
This debate was sparked when Robin Williams was found dead in his apartment and later it came forth that he was suffering from depression. Depression is a clinical condition. It is a DISEASE! Then why do people treat it as a social shame? If you will treat it as a shame, the problem will only aggravate! You ain’t helping it by keeping it under the wraps!
What I went through, I would NEVER want anybody to feel that way. I had wrong friends at that time, and it may sound weird, but I had the wrong foes too! When I look back at that time of my life, I realize how wrong I was to keep those people in my life. 2013 will always be the worst year of my life. But, I learnt a lot from it, too!
There is only one advice I would like to pass on to the ones who are willing to help the depressed people. Always be compassionate and lend a listening ear to those who seem to be sad. I always make it a point to listen to the problems of people, anybody, even if I don’t like them. If your 5 minutes can save someone’s life, then give those 5 minutes to someone.
Nobody knew a man like Robin Williams, rich, famous, and funny could ever suffer from depression.
Look around you. If you find anybody sad, listen to them. Help them. Make them feel that you are there for them.
What makes a species survive? It is not the strongest, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change– Charles Darwin.