I had a bit of a “revelation” recently. Thinking back on all that I’ve done, I’m not proud of who I was. I won’t go into detail as to what I was or what I did, that is an article for another time. However, in this article, I would like to address something I’m pretty sure everyone knows about. This article won’t be like others I have written before, so I hope everyone enjoys this change of direction.
Depression was something I laughed at when I was younger. But, last year I was diagnosed with mild to moderate clinical depression; ironic isn’t it? With all my being, I denied the reality of having such a sickness. I thought to myself “I don’t need help, people who give in are weak.” Well, I guess I was weak enough to tell my mother how I felt. I received the help that I needed and I’m forever grateful to my mom for helping me through that time in my life. Now, I have absolutely no idea if I still have depression or not, but what really matters is that I’m happy.
Not everyone will take depression as serious as my mom did. Over 64.1% of youth in America have a form of depression and do not receive treatment. Having experienced depression myself and knowing what it’s like, it makes me sad to know that there are young men and women in this country that don’t get the help they need.
For those of you who are not enlightened, allow me to give you a general idea of what depression feels like. It feels as though I’m standing on an island. This island is surrounded by dark murky water. I can see land in the distance on all sides. I see my family, friends and loved ones, and the ocean my island is encompassed by is too great for me to swim across. I feel trapped. I can yell all I want to the people on land, but all I will get in response is only a whisper. The water is the barrier a person erects to separate themselves from others. “Selfimposed isolation” is what I’ve come to call it. In a way, it is the individual with depression who is at fault for putting themselves in such a situation. However, I’ve come to realize that such isolation is done subconsciously; without even knowing it, I dragged my body to that island. However, I can say for certain that those who are afflicted with depression want help. We thrash, scream and yell, but no one can hear us. I could go on and on about depression and its effects on young men and women. But if I were to do that, this article would have taken up the entire Quill. I will promise you readers that I will make more articles related to this topic. This article’s purpose was to be an intro, an understanding of what depression feels like. Further entries into this topic will be more in depth. If any of you readers have experienced depression or are going through it currently, I would love for you to get in contact with me. I know what it feels like, trust me. You could also visit Mrs. Kaiser in room 308 for more professional help.
As always, I really hope you all enjoyed my article. If so, talk to me. I want to know what everyone thinks. But if any of you are feeling down in the dumps, I’ll end this with a bit of positivity. There are people out there that love you, care about you, they wouldn’t want to see you suffer. Always be willing to receive help. Find someone to talk to. I guarantee that it will help.
JAMES BARCOMB is a junior at Pleasanton ISD where he is a staff writer for The Quill and runs cross country.