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Depression
is Depression
is when you can't sleep and you get so bored
looking at your roof, that you spend weeks
nights contemplating what to do with it only to
find that you wouldn't have enough determination
to do it.
depression isn't always suicide.
depression is ovbious to only yourself. suicide
is ovbious to everyone.
depression is, and always will be, my, and many
others, mays of life.
depression runs my life. makes me do things i
shouldn't do.
depression is that voice in the back of your
head telling you, that you need help.
depression makes you gain weight, loose weight,
not eat, eat too much.. do drugs. give or take a
few.
depression has the feeling of death, without the
dying part.
depression is still killing you even if you have
the best things in the world.
depression isn't just having too little, it's
having too much as well.
depression is never seeing your father happy.
depression is loosing your brother too his
girlfriend.
depression is the killing of the broken pieces
of your heart.
depression is slow motion and fast motion at the
same time.
depression is the illusion that the world has
turned it's back on you and everyone in it.
depression is seeing happiness everywhere you
go.
depression is hoping to survive and hoping not
to at the same time.
depression isn't contemplating suicide, but
wishing you were already there.
depression is when the only thing that cares is
the depression itself.
depression is when you are at school and you
can't remember things you learnt in grade 5.
depression is falling alseep in your favourite
subject.
depression is hating yourself because your
parents hate you.
depression is the hatred of your family.
depression eats your insides witha smile on it's
face.
depression is the look in your eyes when you
wake up in the morning, knowing you have to live
another day.
depression is yourself. you are depression.
depression makes you who you are and who you'll
always never want to be.
depression makes you miss your old self, but
once your better, you miss depression.
but for me, mostly, depression is all of these,
plus, depression is when you have had it so long
that you are scared of who you will be when and
if you get better. you wonder if you could
survive happy and if the happiness would eat
you.
now ask yourself.. do you have depression?
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PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE CHAPTER 19 |
I can't know whether or not you have a philosophy of life. But
maybe, if you've been thinking
about the forever decision, you don't. Maybe, because life has
seemed so unbearable lately, your
beliefs in what is positive and valuable and worthwhile about
life have been shattered. Maybe, in
this dark hour, you are having trouble finding a purpose, a
meaning, a reason to go on living. I
don't know how it is with you and, unless we meet somewhere
sometime, there is no way I can.
But having worked with many people like yourself, I know for
certain that one of the things we
most need to see us through the tough times is a belief that
life, despite its pain and
disappointments is, in the final analysis, better than whatever
death holds for us. And this belief,
however we put words or actions to it, is our philosophy of
life.
I don't know when or how one develops a philosophy of life. I am
not sure how one comes to
own a particular set of values or ideas or convictions or
principles or whatever you choose to call
those beliefs around which our lives turn more or less smoothly,
but somehow, as we add one
year upon another, I believe all of us come to some reckoning of
our unique place in humanity,
in the world, and in the cosmos. At least from my point of view,
without knowing this place, we
are never quite complete, can never be quite content, and can
never feel entirely at peace in this
sometimes crazy and painful world.
More importantly, without knowing in what we truly believe, we
are like blades of grass - easily
blown one way or another in the winds of a crisis. Without a
central core of firm beliefs or faith
in ourselves or in our God, we can become the victims of our own
self-doubt, the victims of our
own emotions and, yes, the victims of our own hostility or
hopelessness.
I have often thought that much of what a client derives from
seeing a therapist has less to do with
what the therapist does, than with what he or she believes -
which is why I have encouraged
young therapists to be positive about life, about the human
spirit, and about man's ability to rise
above his circumstances and to change his life for the better.
If a therapist is not hopeful, how can a client be?
If a therapist does not affirm the value of life and make strong
arguments against death and
suicide, how can the sufferer?
When I began writing this book, I read all I could about the
ethics of suicide - the case for
rational suicide, the case for letting people kill themselves if
they so wished, the case that
therapists have or do not have the right to impose their beliefs
on others or to intervene or not
intervene with the force of law to prevent someone from killing
himself.
As I read this material I was struck that much of what the
experts have to say on this subject is
no more or less than the expression of their personal
philosophies of life - its value, its sanctity,
its purpose, its utility to others or to the future of mankind.
This, I suppose, is how it should be in the world of ethics and
philosophy. As I'm not an expert, I
don't know. But my reading did make one thing clear: In my work
with suicidal people I have
decided that once someone has come into my office and entered my
frame of reference, they
have entered my value system, my personal and, yes,
philosophical world. And therefore, as a
counselor and healer, my decision will always be to do all I can
to prevent what I consider to be
an unnecessary act of suicide.
Since you have read most of this book, I suppose in a way I have
tricked you. Maybe, before you
began to read what I have written, you were hoping to find some
justification from me that your
life was, truly, not worth living. And now you find, in the last
chapter, that I offered no such
justifications and that I am an enemy of the forever decision in
almost every single circumstance.
I hope you do not feel tricked, but if you do, I hope you will
see my purpose as I intended it - and
that purpose is in keeping with what I believe: To keep you
alive until you find your own reasons
to live.
So, at the close of this book, I am going to ask you to think
about your philosophy of life or, if
you feel you do not have one, to consider that you might need
one now - that you need to find
some new reasons to live. For I am convinced that if you will
but take the time to examine your
life, your goals, your good traits and your bad, your
accomplishments and your failures, that you
will be the stronger for the effort and that that strength, that
self-knowledge, once you have
gained it, is the best defense against ending your life by
suicide.
I do not think it is possible to live many more than a dozen
years and not develop some beliefs
about what life is all about and what it means to be a human
being. And so, no matter what your
age may be now, I believe you have and hold some things to be
true and that, though you may
not think so, you do have something of a philosophy of life
already. These may be religious
beliefs, spiritual beliefs, beliefs about how people are, how
they act, and how they should treat
one another. And I believe you already know a great deal about
yourself.
The question, then, is not whether you have a philosophy of
life, but rather that you may need to
expand upon the one you have; enrich it, nurture it some way so
that your philosophy of life
becomes a great flywheel that spins and spins and spins and
carries you through the bad times.
Not to come to know what you believe in and, thereby, what your
life means is, maybe, to start
to dwell upon your own death and how to achieve it. The idea of
our own death by suicide may
get us around and through the long and lonely nights, but it is
our dreams of what tomorrow can
be that make the days endurable and worthwhile. An oft quoted
saying goes: Without our
dreams, we die.
My own philosophy of life is not important. And though I have
thought long and hard about what
I believe, I would not ask that anyone see things the way I do,
or feel things the way I feel them,
or come to the same conclusions I have come to about the human
condition and what it means to
be a member of the species. My philosophy is mine and while it
may be shared by some, it is not
shared by all. Nor would I expect it to be. What is important
for me is that I have a personal
philosophy and that, when the hard decisions have to be made, I
can make them with some sense
of internal consistency, with a feeling that I am acting on
principles that I have come to call my
own. They may be right or they may be wrong, but I am willing to
own them and say of them
that they are what make me who, not what, I am.
Give Yourself Gift
What I would ask of you now is that you give yourself a very
precious gift. And that gift is this:
The time, the space, and the solitude to begin to sort out what
it means to you to be a human
being and to have a life to live. Admittedly, this is a
spiritual quest, even an existential one. And,
some might argue, a psychologist hasn't much business mucking
around with things
philosophical or religious or spiritual.
But what others think about me at this moment doesn't really
matter. What matters is that I hold
true to what I believe, and one of those beliefs is that I feel
strongly that if you will begin to look
inward and begin that difficult search for who you are and what
you can become, you will be the
stronger for it.
At this, maybe the most troubled time in your life, I realize
that such a search is going to be
difficult. But it is too easy, I think, for all of us to simply
accept the beliefs of others as our own.
We live in a time of fast foods and convenience stores and cute
quips that pass for wisdom. In
what we call modern life, I have sometimes wondered if we are
not all the victims of a fast-lane
mentality that makes simple solutions like suicide easier than
struggling with our own thoughts
and fears and doubts and learning to sacrifice for love rather
than to expect it to be given us with
a money back guarantee.
You have no doubt heard the now-popular saying, "Life is a
bitch, and then you die.” It is a
clever one-liner. But is it true? Is it true for you? When
things have not been going right in my
world, I have repeated this little phrase myself. But these
eight words are a powerful and
negative statement about life. While I may make a joke with them
from time to time, I do not
really believe them to be true for me at all times and under all
circumstances. Quite the opposite.
I could just as well say, "Life is a picnic, but sometimes you
get ants.”
The first one-liner justifies my occasional pessimism, the
second challenges me to see a bigger
picture. It is up to me to choose between them. I make that
choice - consciously, daily. I would
ask that you do the same for yourself.
My point?
However we come to believe something, it is important that we
stop, think, and decide whether
we truly believe what we are saying. Because when the forever
decision starts running around in
our heads, is it not too easy to avoid the hard questions and
opt out of the only life we have?
Is it not too easy to say to ourselves that if "Life is a bitch,
and then you die-then why not die
now and let it over with?" It seems to me to be a solution that
is too simple, too slick and too
easy. Such an idea is a dime's worth of philosophy in a
million-dollar world.
So, I would ask you, is it not time to do some of the hard
things for yourself, to begin to ask
some of the difficult questions of yourself? Is it not time to
learn who you are and to come to
know what you believe in? If you are like the rest of us, you
won't like some of what you see in
the mirror. But, so what - they're saving perfection for us in
the next life.
Right now we've got to get along with the bumps and pimples, the
bad habits, the weaknesses,
the failings, the ugly little aspects of our character that we'd
rather be without but that seem to
stick to us like tar. Right now we, all of us, need to get on
better terms with ourselves so that,
despite our imperfections, we can get going with what is good
and valuable and worthwhile and
learn to stop hurting ourselves and those we love.
It will not come as chilling news to you that no one gets out of
this life alive and that, while we
are here, we need something to believe in to keep us going. I
don't know what this needs to be
for you or where you will find it, but I know that if you will
but look you will find something,
something worth living for, some reason to put one foot in front
of the other until a better day
arrives.
I will confess and share with you that some of the longest
therapy hours I have spent have been
with suicidal people who were utterly convinced that their lives
were essentially finished and the
only thing left that needed doing was to get the dying over
with. They could not, despite all their
efforts and mine, find a way in which to feel good about staying
alive.
But, because they didn't quit and I didn't quit, we made it
through. And, in time, things got sorted
out and we (and I mean we) survived.
I will tell you what I have often told others who were in the
midst of a suicidal crisis and who
were searching for some reason to go on. They, maybe like you,
felt lost and hopeless and as if
nothing held any promise for them. They did not have a faith in
some higher power to sustain
them. And, despite how much I would like to have infected them
with my zest for living and my
philosophy of life, this is not an easy thing to do.
Because for all the reasons a person enters a suicidal crisis,
it is not a state of mind easily
switched around by another's optimism. And so, as a way to find
a common ground to bide the
time, I have told this story.
It is as if we are two people on a ship that is lost at sea and,
so far as we can know, the captain
has fallen overboard and no one is at the helm. The radio is
out. There is a heavy fog all around
us and no one can see where we are bound. We can see no beacon
of light from a friendly shore.
We can hear no sound of a rescue ship. One of us is terribly
frightened. The other of us (me), is
also frightened - but a bit less. I am a little less frightened
because I have something to do to
keep me busy. I have a job to do.
My job is to give comfort until we are found or until the fog
clears away and we can both see
clearly again. This is the nature of our relationship. For me to
feel good about giving support and
comfort and encouragement, I need you to be willing to hang on
and not to jump overboard
because your terror of the unknown is greater than your fear of
the here and now.
And so, together, we will share our fear. And in this sharing we
will come to know each other.
We will talk and joke and tell stories and be kind to each
other. We may not soon be rescued and
may never be, but while we are lost, we will be together and,
together, our fears will subside and
we will find purpose in our being.
I hope, now that you have read this book, that you will do for
yourself what you must do to keep
going - to reach out, to make that telephone call, to talk to
someone you know and respect, to
seek out a therapist, to find your way back to God, or whatever
it is that you need to do to end
your isolation and suffering.
If you will do this, now, today, and give yourself the time it
takes for the fog to lift and the crisis
to pass, then I know you will make it and I will feel nothing
short of wonderful for having shared
this time with you.
I wish to leave you with one thought. It is from the Talmud.
"Whoever preserves one life, it is as
if he preserved an entire world."
By choosing to live, you can be that person. |
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