Sometimes Depression Is Cruel
Sometimes Depression is Cruel
From our first breath of life, we are continually thrust into situations and drugged from our stark reality. We are forced to make our way through an impossible puzzle on this war-torn land, the shadows of the past clinging with dread as we tear down our monuments. Drudging through the sludge known as our society, we are told what to do, how to look, what to wear, and even what to say.
Sometimes the sun shines for hours on end, bright and impossible. Sometimes there is a never-ending night, chilling you to the bone until you can no longer move. (Simile) Sometimes the lightest of breezes could knock you over, like a house of cards. (Metaphor) Sometimes you are a rock, weighed down by responsibilities. And sometimes, no one is there and your world is a void in the oblivion.
Sometimes, depression is cruel. When it is, and it always is, you have two choices. You can give in and fall into the dark, never to see the light again, or you can fight like we, as humans do, and make your own light. We fight, we fall, but we rise again and again to fight battles we will never win. And that is, arguably, the bravest thing anyone can do.
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depression is cruel, but you have no other choice but to fight it, to accept that this is a part of your struggle, a part to play in the game of life. And when it comes to you, to not drown your light in dark, you’ll fight it.
(Rhetoric Question) But what if you are always fighting?
(Imagery) Surely that guy in the back of the class, the one who never speaks, never hears anything past his music, who never wears short sleeves can think he’s always fighting, always alone after his parents are drunk and his memories are marks upon his skin. Surely, he is allowed to believe he is always fighting. And surely, those of us that ignore him as he walks by, lost in our own battle, is allowed to think the same.
(Rhetorical Question) Is it not bad enough that our society teaches us that depression is a disease, a mental affliction that can be cured with drugs and wished away? (Personification/Oxymoron) Society expects you to take a match and make a castle, all while swimming in the dark. You don’t know which way is up and which is down, but you are expected to know which way is out.
Sometimes you have to wonder when Society will ever notice, if it ever will notice the kids, teens, adults, and elderly that suffer.
When 6.9 percent of the US population is depressed, 16 million are drowning and others tell you to just get over it.
Two thirds of those who are depressed commit suicide, and that’s an improvement. For youth, your number one cause of death is suicide from depression, shouldn’t that say something about society? For us females, we experience twice the rate of depression compared to men, and yet still, we cook, we clean, we birth children, and sometimes we just can’t. One in eight teens experience depression, too many in a class of five hundred; sixty-two. Forty-one kids die out of those sixty-two, believing themselves alone. That adds up to ten million dead out of the sixteen million. That is two hundred and thirty-three million left in the world that believe they are drowning all
alone.
Sometimes, depression is cruel. All you can do is fight and fight, to watch and buddy up. Find someone who is fighting their devils and fight yours alongside them. Keep moving and giving and taking. Keep finding reasons to live. To breathe. To be able to tell your grandkids stories of space and adventures. To be able to say I made it, with all the relief of crossing the finish line. To remind yourself that there are others fighting, over 233 million fighting a similar battle.
What else is there to do? It is not in a human’s mind to just lie down and give up. (Rhetorical Question) Why does it seem that depression is random that it only focuses on those who do not deserve it, like great actor and speaker Robin Williams? Why is it that it is the great who seem to fall the hardest?
(Alliteration) We are as strong as our weakest link, and sometimes, that’s all you need to keep fighting. We always fight back and stand up. We may be ground into the dirt, but we will rise stronger than ever before, praises and prayers bleeding from our lips. We drive on, because, that is what we do.
(Alliteration) We Fall. We Stand. We Fight. An endless cycle we go around and around. We show the world we will not be brought down easily. We will solve the maze, we will move past the puzzles that are thrown at us. (Parallelism) Maybe we won’t win, but we will be triumphant. We may not win the war, but we will fight the battle. (Imagery) We will throw back the curtains despite the darkness in us and burn away the night. We are obstinate to keep living, to keep defying society, despite the cruelties of depression.
From our first breath of life, we are continually thrust into situations and drugged from our stark reality. We are forced to make our way through an impossible puzzle on this war-torn land, the shadows of the past clinging with dread as we tear down our monuments. Drudging through the sludge known as our society, we are told what to do, how to look, what to wear, and even what to say.
Sometimes the sun shines for hours on end, bright and impossible. Sometimes there is a never-ending night, chilling you to the bone until you can no longer move. (Simile) Sometimes the lightest of breezes could knock you over, like a house of cards. (Metaphor) Sometimes you are a rock, weighed down by responsibilities. And sometimes, no one is there and your world is a void in the oblivion.
Sometimes, depression is cruel. When it is, and it always is, you have two choices. You can give in and fall into the dark, never to see the light again, or you can fight like we, as humans do, and make your own light. We fight, we fall, but we rise again and again to fight battles we will never win. And that is, arguably, the bravest thing anyone can do.
(Parallelism) Sometimes, …show more content…
depression is cruel, but you have no other choice but to fight it, to accept that this is a part of your struggle, a part to play in the game of life. And when it comes to you, to not drown your light in dark, you’ll fight it.
(Rhetoric Question) But what if you are always fighting?
(Imagery) Surely that guy in the back of the class, the one who never speaks, never hears anything past his music, who never wears short sleeves can think he’s always fighting, always alone after his parents are drunk and his memories are marks upon his skin. Surely, he is allowed to believe he is always fighting. And surely, those of us that ignore him as he walks by, lost in our own battle, is allowed to think the same.
(Rhetorical Question) Is it not bad enough that our society teaches us that depression is a disease, a mental affliction that can be cured with drugs and wished away? (Personification/Oxymoron) Society expects you to take a match and make a castle, all while swimming in the dark. You don’t know which way is up and which is down, but you are expected to know which way is out.
Sometimes you have to wonder when Society will ever notice, if it ever will notice the kids, teens, adults, and elderly that suffer.
When 6.9 percent of the US population is depressed, 16 million are drowning and others tell you to just get over it.
Two thirds of those who are depressed commit suicide, and that’s an improvement. For youth, your number one cause of death is suicide from depression, shouldn’t that say something about society? For us females, we experience twice the rate of depression compared to men, and yet still, we cook, we clean, we birth children, and sometimes we just can’t. One in eight teens experience depression, too many in a class of five hundred; sixty-two. Forty-one kids die out of those sixty-two, believing themselves alone. That adds up to ten million dead out of the sixteen million. That is two hundred and thirty-three million left in the world that believe they are drowning all
alone.
Sometimes, depression is cruel. All you can do is fight and fight, to watch and buddy up. Find someone who is fighting their devils and fight yours alongside them. Keep moving and giving and taking. Keep finding reasons to live. To breathe. To be able to tell your grandkids stories of space and adventures. To be able to say I made it, with all the relief of crossing the finish line. To remind yourself that there are others fighting, over 233 million fighting a similar battle.
What else is there to do? It is not in a human’s mind to just lie down and give up. (Rhetorical Question) Why does it seem that depression is random that it only focuses on those who do not deserve it, like great actor and speaker Robin Williams? Why is it that it is the great who seem to fall the hardest?
(Alliteration) We are as strong as our weakest link, and sometimes, that’s all you need to keep fighting. We always fight back and stand up. We may be ground into the dirt, but we will rise stronger than ever before, praises and prayers bleeding from our lips. We drive on, because, that is what we do.
(Alliteration) We Fall. We Stand. We Fight. An endless cycle we go around and around. We show the world we will not be brought down easily. We will solve the maze, we will move past the puzzles that are thrown at us. (Parallelism) Maybe we won’t win, but we will be triumphant. We may not win the war, but we will fight the battle. (Imagery) We will throw back the curtains despite the darkness in us and burn away the night. We are obstinate to keep living, to keep defying society, despite the cruelties of depression.