Share Your Story: July 2015

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You hear those sayings, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” And, “You need to think before you speak.” These would play in my mind as I continued to battle depression. I thought the world was cruel and ugly, so I had nothing nice to say. I thought about how people would chit chat and talk nonchalantly about the weather. I thought that was a waste of time. I didn’t want to participate in those conversations because they seemed fake and superficial to me. I felt that not speaking was a better option. I didn’t think I had anything to contribute anyway.

Students would ask me about homework assignments. Friends would want to know what I thought about the latest movie. Leave me alone. I don’t care. But instead I said nothing. I did not feel like conjuring up the effort to have conversations. It was too exhausting. I spoke when spoken to, and participated in class when called on. But as far as I was concerned, I believed being silent was the answer to an unspoken question.

I wanted to shut myself out from people. They talked too much and all I could hear were mumbles and whispers, echoing through my thoughts. I wanted someone to grab me by the shoulders and shake me, yell at me, anything necessary to get me to speak. But I felt like my voice was no longer a part of me. It was swallowed by the depression, another side effect that this illness brought into my life.

There comes a time when you forget what it feels like to say something and have people listen. I was silently screaming at the world. Other people’s happiness bothered me. Don’t you see the world that I see? I hated that I was in so much pain, it made my voice become torn pieces left scattered on the floor for people to walk over. Nothing I said had any meaning, so I chose to say nothing at all.

People started walking out of my life, and I had no words to stop them. Others became concerned, but I couldn’t express myself to convince them I was okay. I let people say hurtful things, and I had nothing to refute their points. Losing my voice was my way of saying that there was actually nothing to say. I didn’t understand my depression and what was going on. There are no words to describe the feeling of not being able to say anything.

It makes me think of how many people suffering from this mental illness have felt like their words do not matter, that their thoughts shouldn’t be spoken. You have to be able to say out loud what you need, to give the world and the people in your life an opportunity to give it to you. I had so much to say, but nothing I wanted to share. By shutting myself out like that, I could not explain what I needed. I wanted people to be mind readers and that’s not fair.

I urge each and every one of you to share your story. It took me a long time to find my voice, and I want to speak out for those who feel silenced. I am learning to articulate my thoughts and feelings and I encourage you to do the same. To a family member, to a private journal, don’t let the words go unsaid. You are worthy of being heard. Know that there are people who will love and cherish what you have to say, if you only give them the chance. Here’s your chance: don’t let it slip away.

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