These days depression has finally gotten the attention it deserves.
But of course it is not through good news at all. I just want to share a message especially to the younger ones battling this condition, a condition that can’t be seen but is as real as cancer, malaria, or any fatal disease you always here about.
We know that Nadine Lustre’s brother did suicide primarily because of a heartbreak. He was 16 years old and had loved that special person for four years. No one can say that what he or you feel, no matter how young or old are you, isn’t real. There’s no contending the fact that it’s love. And maybe you’ll never love thay way again, that’s why it hurts so much. That’s the truth. You’ll keep on getting older and older and you’ll never forget that love. And you will always regret that you had let it go. That’s the truth and I did not sugarcoated it for you.
But life is more than that. Life is more meaningful when you have scars. Those scars remind you that you were alive, and you are still alive. Give it a couple of years. Depression won’t go, yes, but life will unfold in front of you. And you bet you’ll say, that it’s worth it.
I’d like to tell you that suicide will just pass the sadness to your other family members and friends. You’ll pass the guilt. Suicide is not the end. It is just the start of another monster inside a person, a monster so real it will live with him or her forever. I’ve been there, and my depression doesn’t solely come from heartbreaks alone. But I’m glad I choose to be alive. I hope you will be, too.