Amazing post! I’m sharing! 🙂
Anyway.. I’ve found that depression and bullying are equally misunderstood and equally unnoticed phenomena — and they can often afflict a person at the same time. That was certainly the case with me, growing up.
For me, it certainly wasn’t about wanting sympathy for my depression(s) — indeed, I often said “I’m fine” when I wasn’t specifically to avoid it. What I wanted was a ‘way out’. A friend, usually. I gather that’s what most depressed people want; which is why suicide is always a possibility with the worst-affected.
It’s the same, largely, with bullying. The best thing to do for a victim of bullying is to give them a way out of it — getting the bully to stop is best, whether by empowering the victim to make them stop or by standing up to them yourself.
At 10 when I told them I was depressed;
They thought I just looked that word up in a dictionary and only trying to use it in a sentence.
At 13 when I told them I was depressed;
All I received were strange and weird looks and awkward stares.
At 16 when I told them I was depressed;
They told me I was just a kid and I shouldn’t worry about things a lot.
Now at 18 when I tell them I’m depressed;
All they tell me is, “Giving up already? You have a very long way to go. Look at me, in spite of all my problems, I ain’t wailing around like you do.”
A close friend of mine once said, “No two people can have the same set of problems. Hence, problems cannot be compared.” When he told me this, it seemed to be an utterly meaningless sentence…
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