Being a parent is tough.
Being an adult is tough.
Being a kid is tough.
Being -- is tough.
Because life happens, and life is unpredictable and crazy. That's part of what makes it amazing though, right?
Lately, I've been inundated with people who are struggling to just get through the day. I feel responsible for helping even when I'm not sure what to say (which is 99.9% of the time), so I do my best. I just think we all need to vent sometimes, and it helps if to know someone genuinely cares enough to listen. Today, in particular, I found myself repeating some of the same advice to multiple people, so I figured I would write it here as well.
I think you'll find there are more of us out there than you could imagine. We're all in this together.
Depression is ugly and vicious. It sucks you in and makes you feel as if you're falling into an endless black pit. There is no bottom, nothing to grab onto for help--you're just falling... and desperately praying for it to stop. But it doesn't. You feel as if you're clawing at your throat and gasping for air while the world implodes around you....
Yet, here you are. Reading this. Right now.
You are alive, and breathing, and most likely have people around who genuinely care if you're happy or sad. Someone cares. I promise. And if you can't think of anyone? I care.
You may not believe it, but I do care. You will get through this. There is no other option. There is no alternative.
That's what I always tell myself and every other person who feels comfortable enough sharing his or her feelings with me.
I cannot express to you how many students come to me wanting to commit suicide because of these inexplicable, muddled emotions floating through their brains. I cannot tell you how many narratives I've read where children are surviving horrendous situations (that you couldn't possibly imagine in your worst nightmares). I cannot tell you how many times I've sat in bed at night, afraid to sleep because of what a student, friend, or family member might do when I'm not able to keep a watchful eye. I cannot tell you how many times I've sat in bed at night, unable to sleep because of my own demons and stresses.
I guess I just want you to know you're going to be OK. You have to be. Like I said, there is no other option. Seriously. As much as you are struggling right now, that falling sensation will eventually stop. It may creep back up on you from time to time, but when it does, you'll be strong enough to climb your way out.
You just have to believe it. Breathe. No, really. Take slow... deep... breaths. And start over. Each second is a new opportunity to start fresh, even if that just means trying to smile a little more.
If you aren't happy with your current situation, CHANGE it. Only you have the power to do so. Don't underestimate your power. Stop making excuses and enabling yourself. Create a ladder in that pit, and cling onto it. Don't let go. Even if you feel yourself slipping, use every fiber of your being to hang on and pull yourself up. You've got this.
You just have to believe it.