Depression Narrative

Have you ever felt true depression? The kind of chronic sadness that burns in every cell and steals the very air from your lungs, simultaneously denying any crying for access. The type of sorrow that crushes any happiness left in your unsought pity party and snatches every scrap of your hope for its self-gifted goody bag. The breed of desolation that leaves you lying on the floor, utterly confused, broken, empty, and lost. The unending cycle of self-destruction reoccurring every single day.

Depression was the fake friend grasping me close, the isolating negative voice inhibiting my thoughts, the murderous tyrant beckoning me to take my life. Most nights, the only item that provided me with comfort was a simple little teddy bear my best friend had given me in 8th grade. I clutched that teddy countless sleepless nights, not giving much extra thought to it until one particular night. I recall nursing my tribulation attenuating teddy in my arms, when an almost lightning-like current shocked through me, and I realized: my depression has been lying to me all along. Here, right in front of me all this time, lied proof that someone did care for me, someone did love me, and I was not abandoned as I once felt. More tears escaped without my permission; however, this time, they were different. I've heard only about tears of joy and sadness, but let me tell you, tears of relief are much underrated. …show more content…
I don't suppose most people think about their gift as being all that powerful, but the next time you go to hand your perfectly packaged present, stop and think. Whether you set out to save someone's life from a raging depression or simply muss up a smile, make sure your offering portrays their true, unspoken value to you. Because, really, isn't that what a present is