Sabado, Enero 24, 2015

SICKNESS NOT WEAKNESS

"I tried to take my own life. But I survived. And that left me with my story. And my story is four simple words: 'I Live With Depression.”

For a long time in my life, I felt like I'd been living two different lives. There's the life that everyone sees,and then there's the life that only I see. And in the life that everyone sees, who I am is a friend, a son, a brother and as a someone who can always express beautiful ideas. That's the life everyone sees. If you were to ask my friends and family to describe me, that's what they would tell you. And that's a huge part of me. That is who I am. And if you were to ask me to describe myself, I'd probably say some of those same things. And I wouldn't be lying, but I wouldn't totally be telling you the truth, either, because the truth is, that's just the life everyone else sees. In the life that only I see, who I am, who I really am, is someone who struggles intensely with depression I have for the last six years of my life, and I continue to every day.

Now, for someone who has never experienced depression or doesn't really know what that means, that might surprise them, because there's this pretty popular misconception that depression is just being sad when something in your life goes wrong, when you break up with your girlfriend, when you lose a loved one, when you don't get the job you wanted. But that's sadness. That's a natural thing. That's a natural human emotion. Real depression isn't being sad when something in your life goes wrong. Real depression is being sad when everything in your life is going right. That's real depression, and that's what I suffer from.

To be totally honest, writing this and sharing this to all of you had been so difficult. It's hard for me to talk about, and it seems to be hard for everyone to talk about, so much so that no one's talking about it. And no one's talking about depression, but we need to be, because right now it's a massive problem. It's a massive problem. But we don't see it on social media, right? We don't see it on Facebook. We don't see it on Twitter. We don't see it on the news, because it's not happy, it's not fun, it's not light. And so because we don't see it, we don't see the severity of it.

However, the severity of it and the seriousness of it is this: “Every 30 seconds, every 30 seconds, somewhere,someone in the world takes their own life because of depression.” It might be two blocks away, it might be two countries away, it might be two continents away, but it's happening, and it's happening every single day. And we have a tendency, as a society, to look at that and go, "So what?" So what? We look at that, and we go, "That's your problem. That's their problem." We say we're sad and we say we're sorry, but we also say, "So what?"

Well, two years ago it was my problem, because I sat on the edge of my bed where I'd sat a million times before and I was suicidal. I was suicidal, and if you were to look at my life on the surface, you wouldn't see a kid who was suicidal. You'd see a kid who was the president of the student council,  the student of the year, the English student of the year, someone who was consistently on the honor roll and consistently at every party. So you would say I wasn't depressed. You would say I wasn't suicidal, but you would be wrong. You would be so wrong. So I sat there that night beside a bottle of pills with a pen and paper in my hand and I thought about taking my own life and I came an inch close to doing it.I came so close to doing it.

But I didn't, so that makes me one of the lucky ones, one of the people who gets to step out on the ledge and look down but not jump, one of the lucky ones who survives. Well, I survived, and that just leaves me with my story, and my story is this: In four simple words, I suffer from depression. I suffer from depression, and for a long time, I think, I was living two totally different lives, where one person was always afraid of the other. I was afraid that people would see me for who I really was, that I wasn't the perfect, popular kid in high school and college everyone thought I was, that beneath my smile, there was struggle,and beneath my light, there was dark, and beneath my big personality just hid even bigger pain.

Some people might fear girls not liking them back. Some people might fear sharks. Some people might fear death. But for me, for a large part of my life, I feared myself. I feared my truth, I feared my honesty, I feared my vulnerability, and that fear made me feel like I was forced into a corner, like I was forced into a corner and there was only one way out, and so I thought about that way every single day. I thought about it every single day, and if I'm being totally honest, as I am wrtiting this, I've thought about it again.

 This is the sickness, this is the struggle, this is depression, and depression isn't chicken pox. You don't beat it once and it's gone forever. It's something you live with. It's something you live in. It's the roommate you can't kick out. It's the voice you can't ignore. It's the feelings you can't seem to escape, the scariest part is that after a while, you become numb to it. It becomes normal for you, and what you really fear the most isn't the suffering inside of you. It's the stigma inside of others, it's the shame, it's the embarrassment, it's the disapproving look on a friend's face, it's the whispers in the hallway that you're weak, it's the comments that you're crazy. That's what keeps you from getting help.That's what makes you hold it in and hide it. It's the stigma. So you hold it in and you hide it, and you hold it in and you hide it because of stigma, and even though it's keeping you in bed every day and it's making your life feel empty no matter how much you try and fill it, you hide it.

The stigma in our society around depression is very real. It's very real, and if you think that it isn't, ask yourself this: Would you rather make your next Facebook status say you're having a tough time getting out of bed because you hurt your backor you're having a tough time getting out of bed every morning because you're depressed? That's the stigma.

 Unfortunately, we live in a world where if you break your arm, everyone runs over to sign your cast, but if you tell people you're depressed, everyone runs the other way. That's the stigma. We are so, so, so accepting of any body part breaking down other than our brains. And that's ignorance. That's pure ignorance, and that ignorance has created a world that doesn't understand depression, that doesn't understand mental health. And that's ironic to me, because depression is one of the best documented problems we have in the world, yet it's one of the least discussed. We just push it aside and put it in a corner and pretend it's not there and hope it'll fix itself.

Well, it won't. It hasn't, and it's not going to, because that's wishful thinking, and wishful thinking isn't a game plan, it's procrastination, and we can't procrastinate on something this important. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one. Well, we haven't done that, so we can't really expect to find an answer when we're still afraid of the question.

And I don't know what the solution is. I wish I did, but I don't -- but I think, I think it has to start here. It has to start with me, it has to start with you, it has to start with the people who are suffering, the ones who are hidden in the shadows. We need to speak up and shatter the silence. We need to be the ones who are brave for what we believe in, because if there's one thing that I've come to realize, if there's one thing that I see as the biggest problem, it's not in building a world where we eliminate the ignorance of others. It's in building a world where we teach the acceptance of ourselves, where we're okay with who we are, because when we get honest, we see that we all struggle and we all suffer. Whether it's with this, whether it's with something else, we all know what it is to hurt We all know what it is to have pain in our heart, and we all know how important it is to heal. But right now, depression is society's deep cut that we're content to put a Band-Aid over and pretend it's not there.

But the reality is, it is there. It is there, and you know what? It's okay. Depression is okay. If you're going through it, know that you're okay. And know that you're sick, you're not weak, and it's an issue, not an identity,because when you get past the fear and the ridicule and the judgment and the stigma of others, you can see depression for what it really is, and that's just a part of life, just a part of life, and as much as I hate, as much as I hate some of the places, some of the parts of my life depression has dragged me down to, in a lot of ways I'm grateful for it. Because yeah, it's put me in the valleys, but only to show me there's peaks, and yeah it's dragged me through the dark but only to remind me there is light.

My pain, more than anything in 23 years on this planet, has given me perspective, and my hurt, my hurt has forced me to have hope, have hope and to have faith, faith in myself, faith in others, faith that it can get better, that we can change this, that we can speak up and speak out and fight back against ignorance, fight back against intolerance, and more than anything, learn to love ourselves, learn to accept ourselves for who we are, the people we are, not the people the world wants us to be.

The world I believe in is onewhere embracing your light doesn't mean ignoring your dark. The world I believe in is one where we're measured by our ability to overcome adversities, not avoid them. The world I believe in is one where I can look someone in the eye and say, "I'm going through hell," and they can look back at me and go, "Me too," and that's okay, and it's okay because depression is okay. We're people. We're people, and we struggle and we suffer and we bleed and we cry, and if you think that true strength means never showing any weakness, then I'm here to tell you you're wrong. You're wrong, because it's the opposite. We're people, and we have problems. We're not perfect, and that's okay.

So we need to stop the ignorance, stop the intolerance, stop the stigma, and stop the silence, and we need to take away the taboos, take a look at the truth, and start talking, because the only way we're going to beat a problem that people are battling alone is by standing strong together.

And yes, I believe that we can. I believe that we can.

LOOKING AT THE OTHER SIDE

"You can’t connect the dots looking forward you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path. That will make all the difference." -Steve Jobs

I'm not sure what struggles you might be walking through or what season of life you might be in, but I think that sometimes we can all do a better job of being more grateful in our lives. There is so much to appreciate and be thankful for. I know for me, sometimes I get so caught up in certain moments of my life, I lose sight of the big picture.

I don't know what the big picture looks like for you and the people you love.

I do know though, is that if you're reading this, you're alive. And you're probably in pretty good health overall. And you probably have more things to experience. More moments to enjoy. More love left in you to give. More things to laugh at.

More things to cry about. New risks to take. Old fears to get over.

You have more life to live.

More life to enjoy.

Sometimes, I think it's easy to focus on the things we feel are still "missing" in our lives and lose sight of all the things we already have that make our lives full.

Hopefully, we can all carve out a little time in our days to stop and remind ourselves that we are lucky just to be alive. Just to be here. Just to be healthy. Just to be able to think about new goals and visions and dreams and relationships and ideas.

Hopefully, we can appreciate the fact that we are all here together. We're all in this together. Spinning around on this rock. Trying to make sense of this thing we call life.

Trying to learn. Trying to love.

Trying to figure out what it means to be alive.
And hopefully, while we try to figure out the deep, mystical questions that often fill our heads like "what's the purpose of all of this", we can also step in to our hearts and be reminded that regardless of whether there is a purpose or a point or a particular motive for being alive.. we are alive.

We are here.

We are breathing. We are human beings. And we are all alive right now, in the same exact moment in time and space. Maybe that's more special than we think.

Maybe that's something we can hold on to. Maybe that's important.

Maybe that matters.

Maybe we can all be a little more grateful. A little more appreciative.

Maybe the more we walk through life looking for our destination, the more we are able to realize that what really matters most is the journey.

Sabado, Enero 10, 2015

The other side of the story

"I was once there and like them I needed love and comfort. I needed a place to get out from that kind of depression that was slowly eating me whole. I wanted to get rid of that feeling of uneasiness, unexplained sadness and just find a way out of the road with too many rocks piled atop each other giving me a hard time to see absolute clarity of where I was heading to. Then I found and felt it there - clear vision, happiness and that feeling where for a few brief seconds you would choose to just feel that awesome feeling rather than think of what's above my thoughts. It was probably a wrong move and by far the greatest mistake I ever had that surely I will never get into again but aside from being thankful that I did not fall on that death end, far way more that that I learned to understand their story, the other side of their story." We've heard, read and watched a lot of tragic stories and events about many people who got addicted to drugs all over the world. We probably know someone (a friend, a neighbor, a relative or even a family member) who uses pushes, deals, runs or whatsoever designations call it for drugs. If you know one, pause for a second, leave all negativity that come with them behind and let's dig deeper on how the other side of their story unfolds.   College life had been such a torment but I'm glad and happy I'm through with all of those physical and mental tortures. But life after college had been a malady of suffering and affliction probably in all my life's personal aspects. My family, their expectations, moving on from a tragic break up, moving out and my unsure thoughts of where, what and who I wanted to be. Then loneliness hugged me so tight ending the nights with tears and confusions asking myself what have I done wrong for me to encounter the worst of all the worst the life has to offer.  Every time I see my phone, all I wanted was to call my mom and tell her how extremely hard I was going through that moment but I chose to tolerate all the hurt rather than make the most important woman in my life worried. I had no one to turn into in that two-story apartment building I was renting in that place I chose to find the sunrise I'd been dying to see. Few months had passed until I finally got a job that I never wanted to be in but I had no choice but gave it a shot as hoping it would help me fight midst the depression I was going through. But I was wrong in so many levels. I met some friends at work who had been my avenue in expressing what I had been keeping in the depth of myself. I found comfort in them as they share bits and pieces of their own that woke me up into a realization that "I am not alone." Contrary to that, I learned how they go away from the same sickness I had as it randomly visits. I learned how to prevent those gallons of tears from falling and stop the sadness and loneliness from invading my entirety. And that is by taking drugs. Yes, you're reading it right. I was once a user experienced it a few times that I can just even count by my fingers but learned tons of lessons from it. Getting lost and finding my way back through the love of my friends and especially my family. I'm deeply thankful that my mind still overpowered the effect of it. But during those my "high" moments, believe me or not, I found real people and shared their stories - varied experiences and varied strokes. You will not believe it at first but they will allow you to get inside their lives and show you how their true story unfolds when they are normal and nothing is controlling over their emotions and thoughts.  Maybe not all but most of the people I've met in that path were genuine. People who stood up strong and alone in their own feet as they continuously face the unending storms in their lives and move out from a sorrowful and tragic past they would choose not to retain in their memory. I saw a number of them starting a new life right after I did. One of them found his true love and was blessed with a child and he then agreed to me that getting out was not hard at all. Another found her freedom after finally seeing her family after years of finding herself.  As the "Pope for Everyone" visits the Pearl of the Orient Seas, my prayers for all who are lost to eventually find meaning of their lives making God as the centre of everything. Now, I find myself in the right time with all the courage this experience has taught me to write this very first article that I will submit to YoungBlood after writing a lot because I want everyone to understand the other side of the story. These people need our understanding and help before our own judgement. A conversation with them isn't bad at all as you will discover their story and you will surely rediscover your own.

Biyernes, Enero 2, 2015

Friendship: Woes and Happiness

As years have passed and time has forgotten, the bonds created were a bit different. The inevitable "change" overtook everything. Friends were given the highest priority.
 
However as years have passed those bonds turned to ashes destroyed by jealousy and nonacceptance of the reality. Things became more important than the person itself. Sometimes, there are moments I wish to say sorry but sorry have become a norm that it became worthless.
 
The looks of loathing that pierces the souls were given. Cold shoulders and silent treatments were the only answers to wars.My wishful thoughts would sometimes think that we could all sit back and see what we have become.
 
The monsters we hated, leeches and backstabbers alike.
 
Where did my little friend innocence go? Did she passed away as we became an abomination?
 
Ask yourself. Where am I now? For tomorrow requires an answer. The next few steps you'll take is the most fatal one.
 
Where are you? Where am i? Tomorrow? Today? Or still dazed in the memory of yesterday?
 
We should remember that life is not about the people we meet or the things we get from them. It's the bonds, the essence, the lessons and the beautiful laughs and smiles.\

I still have high hopes that if not today, someday you'll come back and together we'll give the loudest laugh together. Someday.

Huwebes, Enero 1, 2015

Someday

The past years, we have continued to find ourselves in the midst of haters and selfies. The modern world that forces us to conform and say "yes" as the next generations degrades to a couple "photo shopped" faces.

Today, I found myself sitting across a table from you, sipping my coke from a straw getting lost in the roller coaster ride I found in your eyes. Then something ignited me to realize that the way the ray of sunlight embraces your cheeks is not by surprise. You and only you can hold that ray in such a way that its named after you.

Illuminating in this dark world, I saw myself from the scraps of what I have left. I got a pen, held it tight and scribbled something to a piece of paper and I saw you smile never getting to know why.

I sat a few minutes more trying to decipher what my next actions holds. Then I lit a cigarette and walked away as my shadow engulfed in smoke.

I looked back and saw that smile again and I whispered to myself, "Someday I will smile with you. Someday."