National Suicide Prevention Week!
This week is Suicide Prevention Week. This is a cause that is close to my daughter's heart. (Doodle, the one who is studying to become a psychiatrist.) She has campaigned for this for a couple of years now. It's just to shed light on a subject people don't usually like to talk about. Depression is more rampant than people think. And people can have depression and no one know it.
National Suicide Prevention Week is to let everyone out there who is struggling with dark thoughts, sad feelings, feelings of hopelessness, worthlessness, etc. know that there is help. There is a way out. That death is not the only option to stop the bad feelings. All you have to do is reach out.
People need to be able to ask for help if they need it without any stigma or feelings of embarrassment. Depression is an illness. A real illness. Your brain gets sick just like any other part of you. I don't think a lot of people understand that. It's not supposed to be a feeling of defeat by going to the doctor or talking to a psychiatrist if you need to. You shouldn't be looked down on or judged if you have to take medication. People take medication for diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol, etc. Why is it different if the medication is for your brain?
I was diagnosed with clinical depression about 15 years ago. My diagnosis has changed over time, I believe it is now Bipolar depression with anxiety issues or something like that. I am on medication that I will probably have to take for the rest of my life and I have become comfortable with this. I know that when I come off meds, it gets bad. I have tried to do it without and it didn't go well. I actually made it a few years without it. I was raised that you didn't talk about this kind of stuff. You definitely didn't go to the doctors for it. The first time I did go to the doctor's, I didn't want to tell anyone besides my husband. I felt ashamed. Like I had failed, somehow. But, over time, I have become comfortable enough that I don't think it should be that way. My brain is sick. It is sick enough that without medication, it goes haywire. That doesn't make me less of a person. I am still Kerian King, wife, mother, sister, daughter, crocheter, reader, animal lover, who just happens to have depression too.
Depression is an ongoing battle. If you know someone who suffers from this, reach out to them. Sometimes it's too much to ask for help when you are suffering from this. And if you are reading this and you are in a dark place, there is help. There are people who want to be there for you. Suicide is never the option. You are here for a reason, a purpose. You may not see it now, but you are important.
Let's stop the stigma!