I thank God for my trysts with the big D, the harrowing test that forced permanent changes in my outlook on life.
Luckily some of the samples I received from Him have been the only ones so far.
I can never forget them, nor am I hoping for anymore in the future!
When a rejection consumes your being.
I offered. The lady politely declined. The love affair that was never meant to be. Just a simple no. But it devasted me for days thereafter. I had never cried so bitterly, like a lost child, for anything in my life before. Cried till my eyes hurt. Cried till my pillow was wet with my salty tears.
Why did it affect me so much? I was amazed at my vulnerability. I realised that I was so deeply in love(& so sure that she would reciprocate the same) that I never prepared myself much less imagined what would eventually follow. The words of my psychologist friend also flashed in my mind, Rejection is the worst that a man can endure. I don’t agree with that completely but accept that rejection truly hurts. Hurts more than you expect. From then on, I began to frequent temples, praying more intensely. And am glad that I have therefore become more devoted to Him. Visiting one of His sacred grounds, a temple, leaves me with my spiritual batteries so charged that my heart feels new again. How I wish I had started earlier.which brings me to the point of my thoughts on depression.
Depression, if & when it comes, is good for you. Your character has been vaccinated. It hurts like hell, when you are in the middle of it, but when the storm eventually passes away, u feel triumphed. Like someone who lost the battle not the war.
You have just learned some more about this mysterious & complex subject - Life
Depressed persons must never be treated lightly. Even a innocent joke on their state can lead to serious repurcussions for them, not us. Feeling that the world has given up on them, the unlucky of them choose the route of no return - Death
To take away own life can never be by those who are normal-hearted, forget about the faint-hearted. It takes extreme guts. Think of the pain then.
Think of then how Nafisa Joseph must have felt during her last hours here.
Easier to say, Get over it, man. Dont be sensitive. Sun’ll shine again.
Yes, but the sun is not shining for me now. Why dont you get it? Oh, I know. You are not on the other side. If only you knew. If only you could feel my pain.
In my humble opinion, never judge
Just be around the person, do some chores for him/her(quietly without him asking for it). Be encouraging, be nice. Just be yourself.
But never judge or criticise his feelings.
The big D may or may not come.
But when it comes & leaves, you end up being a true survivor & wiser.
It makes you stronger.
It left me wiser.