Depression is devastating. When someone is suffering from depression, their entire life is blown apart. It can be a massive struggle just to make it through each day. But they aren’t the only ones who struggle. The people who are often forgotten are the loved ones of a person with depression. No-one tells them how to cope. They don’t know what to do. I would like to try and offer some advice to those people.
I know it feels too much sometimes, and I know that sometimes it feels like you can’t keep going…but you have. You have kept fighting, kept getting through, despite the feelings you are having. You’ve made it to today. You should be amazingly proud of that.
The deliberate infliction of pain upon oneself is something that is difficult to understand, but empathising with the personal reasons behind an individual’s behaviour is unnecessary when it comes to supporting them. As someone who has self-harmed, and who has also supported and loved individuals who engage in self-harm, I would like to offer some advice based on my experience.
Suicide. Seven letters, three syllables. An act that affects so many people. An event which leaves so many questions, never to be answered. A word that so few are able to say. Emotions that so few are willing to discuss openly.
The biggest misconception surrounding self-harm is that it is an indication of suicidal feelings. This may appear to make sense, but it is so far from the truth. Self-harm isn’t about dying. Self-harm is about living.
I always thought I knew what depression was. Then, one day, it turned my life upside down.