I'm Still Here
Copyright 2014 by Sara Berelsman
I haven’t been in this dark of a place in a while. And every time it happens, I pray to God that I won’t return to this place. As much as I wish it wouldn’t happen, I come out stronger every time I emerge, and it brings me closer to God.
Chronic depression and bipolar disorder are chemical imbalances. People with these conditions do not choose to feel these emotions and we can’t just “snap out of it.” Please don’t criticize what you don’t understand. People who make ignorant, insensitive, judgmental comments only perpetuate the stigma and certainly do not prevent the afflicted from taking their own lives. Think about that. People take their own lives to escape this pain. That’s all it’s about. Suicide is not selfish, and unless you’ve been suicidal, you have no right to say that it is. Saying that clearly demonstrates your lack of understanding. To other people, yes, suicide does seem selfish. To the person who is suicidal, it’s about escaping the extreme pain that is there every second, every minute, every hour. It’s about doing loved ones a favor by removing your presence from this planet. Because you are nothing but a burden. And that’s exactly how a suicidal person thinks.
Now that I’m coming out of that place, I can see clearer how wrong that is. How flawed my logic is when I’m in a deep depression. But when I’m there, there is no logic. None. It doesn’t exist. All that is there is despair, agony, never-ending pain. It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t. But what I’m saying is true. In depression, there is no future. There is nothing to look forward to, and there is no reason for living. On Saturday I could do nothing more but pace around the yard. It hurt to sit down. It hurt to sit still. It hurt no matter what. All I could do is pace and tell myself, “This too shall pass,” and “You are not alone.” Even though I didn’t believe a word of it. But I had to somehow stay alive. I read books about depression, and I always read Andrew Solomon’s The Noonday Demon every time I’m in this place. It is the depression Bible, and it has kept me alive many times. I read the actual Bible, and it comforts me just a little. It also keeps me alive. I get on online depression forums just so I feel less alone. Because a depressed person feels alone, even in a crowded room. So alone. But I am not alone. I am among millions of people who suffer with this. I just prayed and prayed and tried to feel God’s presence, until I actually did feel it. I wondered why I had to go through this. And I now realize that this is my fate, and I have the free will to kill myself or not, and so far I’ve chosen to live. I don’t ever want to end my life, and though I’ve been suicidal many times, I’ve never had a plan. I don’t want to end my life. But I completely understand why people do it, and I understand their inescapable pain. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to even talk about this, because right now I’m in an extra sensitive and vulnerable place, and I take the risk I always take of getting criticism and backlash from people who don’t understand. I don’t care. I’m getting better every day, and even though it’s been up and down, it’s been better. I know my calling is to talk about this and hopefully allow others to be less afraid, to feel that they don’t have to suffer in silence. Because they don’t.
I am so often amazed at the cruelty of this world. As Maya Angelou said, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” We don’t say we’re depressed and suicidal for attention. We say it because it’s true, and it takes everything we have just to admit it. We make ourselves feel bad enough on our own, and the last thing we need is the opinion of people who know nothing about this, but seem pretty sure that they know best. This is why people don’t seek treatment. It shouldn’t be that way. It needs to change.
Your kind words and reassurance has been wonderful, but I can only fully appreciate them as I come out of this depression. Words mean nothing to a person who is chronically depressed and in the lowest of lows. Logic, words, reasoning, it isn’t there. I wish your words could make me better, trust me. I would rather give birth ten times in a row without an epidural than experience the depression I’ve been in. It is the worst thing in the world. I would wish it on no one, ever. I am a prisoner of my mind, and there is no escape. I can’t escape the intrusive, obsessive thoughts, I can’t escape this discomfort of being around people or the discomfort of being alone. It doesn’t feel comfortable; no matter what. It’s just something I have to endure, just keep breathing to stay alive. All I can do is breathe.
As much as I prayed this weekend for this pain to end, and as much as I didn’t believe it would ever get better, it has. It’s made me stronger, and it’s made me want to talk about it more than ever. In the throes of a depression, there is no end in sight. Ever. I know it’s hard to understand, because I live it and I don’t even understand it. Coming out of the depression, I’m a different person, and it’s hard to comprehend that I was ever feeling that hopeless. But in the depression, there is no chance in my mind that it will ever end or ever get better. There is a giant, impenetrable brick wall between the dark emotions and hope. There is no hope. Every time I come out of it, it’s hard to look back and understand that. But it’s true. I’ve called suicide hotlines. I’ve been there. It is real. It is very, very real.
So now that I am feeling better, I once again thank God that I got through this and that it has only given me more compassion and more empathy for anyone who suffers with this. It makes me want to be a counselor that much more. It makes me want to try harder to conquer my demons, as I can always keep them at bay, but they never go away. This is my life, and I’ve accepted it. Everyone is suffering in some way, and this is how I am suffering. I know it doesn’t mean anything to someone going through what I’ve been going through to say that there is hope, but tell yourself that anyway. Just keep breathing. Pray. And reach out to me anytime, because I’ll be there for you.
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