Now I understand what you face or dwell on in life does a lot in determining your thoughts, decisions and actions. Sometimes, you discover you are left alone, like being in the world alone. Loved ones care so less about your feelings, mood and modes of expression. You feel depressed, dejected, despondent, and hardly does anyone come near to offer emotional support. People keep pretending to be busy as if your life were a bane to their lives. You open up to trusted friends or relatives and within the next minute, they put the blames on you or turn you into a laughing stock. You made a mistake or saw errors of your ways and would like to turn a new leaf, but no one would give you any chance to. Do I need to say that a good number of suicide cases result from poor responses to pathetic cases such as aforementioned? Just yesterday, we had witnessed the tragic loss of another frustrated life to suicide.
I hit the sad story on Facebook in the early hours of yesterday. And for a better part of that day, I dug more into the life of this lady whose image and troubles reflected dazzlingly all through most of her poems. She needed love, attention, help, care, a listening ear and time. Presumably, she found less or even none and was forced to end her problems the way she did.
I started reading eulogies and tributes about her from different places, I searched this things out though I didn’t have data but thanks to “Free Facebook” most people that wrote things for her where not my friends, this only tell you how much length I went. She was not my friend on Facebook also. After the eulogies and tributes were well read, I went to her wall and tried my possible best to devour every of her post; lucky, she only posted few times this year but last year, almost every day. I read from April till February and then it occurred to me, she had suffered depression for a long time, all her posts shows same, even her #sixteenwordsstory. Reading through her posts, you can vividly tell why she took the step she took.
Why the long post you may ask, having a sleepless night and words I read yesterday morning are here to haunt me, I wrote a lot of suicide poems in my head already but in every step of the way it occurs to me what a lot of people are passing through.
How many times we resorted to our phone as the only partner we have. Many times, you called the phone “darling” because you have “nobody” to talk to.
Many times, as writers, the only thing you can do is to pen down your problems and possibly post it on social media and people only see it as a “good work of art”. “Art” they call it but it is your “heart.”
There are many people around but few that will understand your mind, the few that does have no solution at hand.
Many expression of words locked down our bowels, they lack external expression, who can understand them?
Many will accuse them of being mad, they don’t want to be judged, so the look for a way out, the alternative way “euthanasia,” you call it “suicide” but they just want the pain to end.
We later resolve to the “blame game” while some blamed the deceased, others blame family and friends. Can we just stop already!
Today is still a long day, in as much as I want you to be sure depression is real, much more suicide is real, why wait for that friend to call you before you call him or her and show that you care? Pick up a responsibility to look after that one person written off by others, it is a time bomb which will explode one day.
Why do we hate, why do we give birth without showing love to them. Why can’t there be peace in the society? A lots of “why?” even we want to question God but to every “why?” there is definitely an answer, until you gather all the answers, don’t stop. Ask relevant questions.
Fight your way out of depression!
Suicide is not the option
Good morning dear!
Emmanuel ADEDAYO
Nuel McCrown
