Skip to main content

ON DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE

You might have encountered a man walking down the street with red, hollow eyes and a long face; or you once met a woman who had suddenly lost her sense of humour and was evidently battling with some invisible figures. These characters frequently disappear and isolate themselves from people’s company, choosing solitude instead and leave colleagues puzzled, wondering and guessing.

Blame them not.

Psychologists have it that particular behaviours result from a human’s past experiences. These may include such sad and wildly events as rape, violence in the family, bullying and other horrifying occurrences that a victim might have experienced or witnessed. Unfortunately, such experiences remain plastered at the back of the victim’s subconscious mind and are frequently ignited by some certain arbitrary actions or even the minutest slips-of-the-tongue. Blame them not.

This explains why, upon witnessing some present actions or hearing/reading some certain phrases, victims suddenly shift their moods. You can be jovially narrating an incident to an equally jovial friend then all of a sudden you notice how his/her enthusiasm has faded and a dry, blank face is what you are left to deal with. It is rarely possible for one to explain this occurrence as the victims themselves can’t give any tangible reason for the unfathomable shift. Apart from the recommended therapy from a professional – which is expensive – there has never been a scientifically proven solution to those suffering from depression.

On many occasions, victims may choose a way to fight their suffering, one way or the other. Most of them (especially among the youth) believe that seeking solace in alcohol and drugs will somehow pacify their suffering. You’ve certainly witnessed or came across a colleague or friend who mysteriously turned into an irresponsible drug addict. Blame them not. It is their own way of drowning their sorrows and fighting their demons that, unfortunately, even they themselves can’t explain how they occurred.

But drugs and alcohol have never been a solution to any form of human suffering. Though it somehow works for them, albeit temporarily because the drunkenness and the state of being ‘high’ is ephemeral, this is NEVER a recommended way to fight depression. It, however, is a sure way to multiply the troubles three-fold and push a victim slowly towards the grave. In this scenario, apportioning blame to the victim is by fact the worst thing that he/she can experience in that state of mind. Constant support, comfort and company is what victims who have found themselves in this path require; not ridicule and blame and abuse and hate.

Still there are those who, in attempting to face their suffering, suddenly turn their social media accounts and pages into a channel to express their inner sorrows. These ones will post and comment on anything: from nude photos to motivational quotes; from imaginary weddings to factual funerals; from weird jokes to suicide notes. Let them be. It is their only way of draining out the excessive pressures piling up inside their bodies, and it would be inhumane to judge these victims based on the actions they choose to partake on their walls. In fact, it would be imprudent and stupid to comment and ask them publicly on Facebook, “What’s wrong, bro?” One cannot seriously expect a suffering man to air his grievances to every Tom, Dick and Harry on social media. The best thing to do in such a scenario is to call them in private and chat or cheer them up. This works MIRACLES. What most of these people actually need is nothing but a simple communication to reassure them that they are neither worthless nor are they the only ones in the world suffering. But most importantly, paramountcy of the assurance that there are indeed others who care about them, cannot be ignored.

It is been scientifically proven that social media is one of the leading causes of depression. What I would advise such victims, therefore is, if they experience some kind of discomfort and uneasiness, they should completely stay away from their phones. Instead, if the pressure piles and feel like they require an immediate outlet to vent it out, let them take a pen and pour out their grief and emotions onto that paper. Later, when the mind is ‘stable’, let them go through what they have written and judge whether its contents are worth sharing with strangers on Instagram and hypocrites on Facebook. And by the way, this strategy works and most of these things never show up in public.

Allow me to highlight another way that victims handle their sorrows. Apart from seeking solitude and keeping away from their accustomed company, there are those who lock themselves completely indoors and away from humanity. They choose to handle their internal battles between their bedsheets, sleep for DAYS and regularly never receive calls, or worse still, shut them off completely. Now this may seem to be a scary way of facing such challenges but since these folks rarely and inadvertently trust any other soul other than theirs, it would be unjust to rate them harshly. This also is a dangerous course of reaction to take because some of these earthly battles may be too overwhelming for one single soul and/or mind. Sometimes one may choose to end-it-all and we end up blaming him/her for being insensitive and irrational. If at all he/she wins and miraculously reappears to the public scene three or four days later, one will effortlessly notice the physical emaciation and the mental wretchedness the victim seems to be recuperating from. Because trust me, thinking not only drains down one mentally, it also sucks out one physically. Look out for these people because they are many.

It would be very prudent for potential victims to avoid scenarios where they are predisposed to depressive deeds and actions. I believe there’s a mutual relationship between the company one keeps and his/her state of mind. For instance, being in the midst of some selfish, talkative, egocentric and trouble-seeking figures will most certainly lead you to depression. Love yourself and Avoid them.

Related to this are those ‘friends’ who find pleasure in keeping you down, by deed and word; those who make you feel weak, dysfunctional, undeserving, useless, worthless, unlucky, destined for doom. At first, their words and actions may seem harmless to you but internally, everything you love about yourself keeps falling apart without your knowledge. Your self-esteem, your ego, your courage, your confidence, your self-believe will gradually disintegrate, a shell of your former self remains and eventually even the most petite of human challenges will permanently cripple you. Regardless of the consequences, CUT them LOOSE.

Finally, allow me to mention the one and only permanent solution to these unpredictable and unavoidable mental and emotional earthly sufferings. THE BIBLE. Most of us have been in the trenches once or twice and we have, severally, been tempted to seek shelter in the temporary earthly solutions but failed in an ugly way. We have lived our dirty sides and relished our beautiful days in equal measure, but what we can all attest to, are those amazing moments we lived in peace and happiness. Personally, I’m not a very active church-goer but once or twice I grab my Bible on a Sunday and drag myself into a nearby church. You can choose to believe me or not but if there were incidences where I literally witnessed God’s miracle; if there were moments that I was vivaciously happy; if there were weeks that I never lacked; if there were days when proposals successfully sailed through; if there were instances where a surprise-happy phone call came through; if there were occurrences where I knew I was finally living for something; if there were days that my mental and physical health were above par, it was those days succeeding a Sunday that I attended a Church service. Even depression can never beat the power of the Gospel.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

HOW DO YOU EXPECT A VILLAGER TO BEHAVE UPON FIRST STEPPING IN CITY?

(WRITTEN ON DECEMBER 2011) NAIROBI  LIFE: ANNONYMOUS LETTER TO A FICTITIOUS COUSIN If you thought coming to Nairobi for a holiday is fun, then think again. I know you grew up being told that Nairobi is the capital city of Kenya but you are wrong. Let me imagine how you will be preparing yourself for the so called ‘vacation’. Back in the village some days before you head for the city, you will boast and tease your fellows who will naturally envy your twist of events. And so they will think that you are going to meet with the most popular of Kenyans whom they only manage to hear on radio about. But unfortunately that’s far from the truth. When you come expect to be warmly welcomed by a chain of rude shocks. Maybe I should give you an idea about what you should expect: 1)       Roads and Highways. Before entering the town you will be greeted by traffic jam some few kilometers from the city. Keep in mind that there are a lot of car...

WHAT MAKES MUGO WA WAIRIMU TICK?

THE ONE QUESTION I WOULD LOVE TO ASK MUGO WAIRIMU: I don't have a girlfriend; but I have a sister whom I love to death.  I don't have a wife; but I have a mother who means is everything to me. I don't have a sugar-mummy; but I have aunts of whom I swore to die for. Do anything stupid to ANY of them and I screw you mercilessly.  ### After watching the video of that 'gynaecologist' Mugo wa Wairimu, I felt it one of my duty as a man, as brother, as a nephew, a son and as a later husband to speak my mind about the story. First and foremost, I would like to commend you for the humongous following you have that is so irredeemably tribal to the extent of rubbishing off something that even a three year old can feel disgusted about. I choose to say no more 'cause I pity them. Before I proceed however, I would like to put something across that I consider the 'doctor' innocent until otherwise proven guilty.  As a law-abiding citizen...

HOW DO YOU EXPECT A VILLAGER TO BEHAVE UPON FIRST STEPPING IN CITY? (PART 2)

....(a continuation of Part One of HOW DO YOU EXPECT A VILLAGER TO BEHAVE UPON FIRST STEPPING IN CITY?) 4)       My Favorite Beer. I do really admit that you love drinking but I fear your drinking style. You hardly finish two hours in the pub before being carried to the house by your friends. Why? First is your drinking speed (or your carburetor as you usually called it), is so high that your friends nicknamed you “Usain Bolt”. Second is the type of drink you take but I don’t blame you for that considering the size of your wallet. If you come to city and one weekend you a have five hundred shillings note, don’t even look at the bar’s door. Instead put that money in your phone account and send it to your accolades in the village for them to take busaa then wait for a “Thank You” call the next day. be sure that you will receive more calls than ever. After that head straight for your house, take a lot of tea and give your bed what it deserves; s...