For you caregivers out there, when
you find yourselves frustrated and say, “I don’t understand. I don’t know how to help you,” just remember,
for those of us living with depression, neither do we.
While there are deeper emotions and
darker demons I am fighting, my own personal monster as it were, what I am
about to describe is a generic base of how most people with depression feel. Take from it what you will.
What must be understood, is that
what goes up must come down and that includes us. It’s nothing you or I did, it just is.
While I was driving home from work I
was on a high, happy, singing in my vehicle at the top of my lungs like Tom
Cruise in Jerry Maguire. It’s ironic
that the song he was singing is titled Free
Falling because that’s what happened next.
A car pulled up next to me at a red
light, close to my home. The woman was
wearing a gallon of perfume because the smell drifted in the rain soaked air toward
me.
BOOM!
Without warning a memory triggered,
then another, then another. The next
thing I knew I came crashing down to Earth, with no way to brace myself.
In the span of a literal second I
managed to not only crash but to bury deep underground, the impact causing my
world to collapse around me.
I couldn’t see, my eyes were liquefied
with tears.
I couldn’t breathe, the air being
sucked out of my body as I began to ache all over.
The pain became so great that as
the light changed I had to pull over to the side of the road and park.
The monster deep inside began to
crawl out, saying the key words that weaken me and makes it easier for it to
take over.
“You’re the true monster. You’re worthless. You’re not good enough.” And the ever glass shattering, “No one loves
you.”
Thoughts of ending it all did cross
my mind but those were just that, thoughts, and not actions. I’ve learned long ago that I am not strong
enough to follow through with those actions.
I will always cower out.
Make no mistake, it takes true
strength to follow through. For you caregivers,
be thankful if your love one is too weak not to complete the act, if they were not
they would be gone.
I made the effort to slowly make it
home. Inside I was still dying and there
was nothing anyone could do about it. I just
have to wait for my storm to pass.
So don’t give up on us, caregivers,
for we are all weathering this storm together.
