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The Blood On Our Hands
Today, I was In the company of people who didn't find my jokes funny, who treated my opinions with utter silence and didn't care without remorse. I didn't have to be told to be mute, I was that way for a long time in dire need for anyone I was familiar to come save me .
Seeing Grace, my friend, walk up to me was a piece of heaven. Alas, someone I can be myself around, someone that gets me.
Now, it hits me that people go through that feeling everyday. In school, at work or even in Church.
Some folks live everyday knowing they aren't appreciated, respected or valued in any sense.
They live everyday in search of just anybody who considers them important or valued.
And that my friend is the foundation for depression.
In every class or place of work, there's always that person who's "off". That seemingly awkward person no one wants to associate with, the incredibly fat quiet one, the undeniably ugly shy person or the outright dummy.
These people who are cursed by society to suffer the cruelty of insecurity from being unloved and unappreciated need your love and mine too.
How? They need some measure of concern and patience from all of us.
I remember George, George was super awkward to a fault. Every word that came out of his mouth was either out of place or damn right stupid. Deep down, he must have known it that we all think of him as some mini-moron but there was this day, he was trying hard to explain to a friend of mine about something that had earlier happened but this friend just wouldn't listen. He stopped and said he knew what my Friend thinks of him, He expects anything that he's going to say to be stupid and so he didn't care to hear.
It got to me.
I felt for him and later in the day, I met him crying hard.
Isn't it funny how we go campaigning against suicide and depression yet we say stuff to people, beat people up, body shame people and help push them into the abyss of depression?
Everything counts, from the way we stare, impressions and words to sensitive people.
The thing about love is no one is above it.
Not a soul
We all need it in any form it comes; in concern, in gifts or apprecation and as it is written, it is more blessed to give and to receive.
Be a giver of love. It takes little to put a call across to someone who isn't around, to compliment, say hello, show sound appreciation for a job well done, to listen, pacify and be diplomatic.
Depression is a horrible thing that anyone should go through. Let's play our part in saving a life. All we have to do is be Nice and thoughtful.
Seeing Grace, my friend, walk up to me was a piece of heaven. Alas, someone I can be myself around, someone that gets me.
Now, it hits me that people go through that feeling everyday. In school, at work or even in Church.
Some folks live everyday knowing they aren't appreciated, respected or valued in any sense.
They live everyday in search of just anybody who considers them important or valued.
And that my friend is the foundation for depression.
These people who are cursed by society to suffer the cruelty of insecurity from being unloved and unappreciated need your love and mine too.
How? They need some measure of concern and patience from all of us.
I remember George, George was super awkward to a fault. Every word that came out of his mouth was either out of place or damn right stupid. Deep down, he must have known it that we all think of him as some mini-moron but there was this day, he was trying hard to explain to a friend of mine about something that had earlier happened but this friend just wouldn't listen. He stopped and said he knew what my Friend thinks of him, He expects anything that he's going to say to be stupid and so he didn't care to hear.
It got to me.
I felt for him and later in the day, I met him crying hard.
Isn't it funny how we go campaigning against suicide and depression yet we say stuff to people, beat people up, body shame people and help push them into the abyss of depression?
Everything counts, from the way we stare, impressions and words to sensitive people.
The thing about love is no one is above it.
Not a soul
We all need it in any form it comes; in concern, in gifts or apprecation and as it is written, it is more blessed to give and to receive.
Be a giver of love. It takes little to put a call across to someone who isn't around, to compliment, say hello, show sound appreciation for a job well done, to listen, pacify and be diplomatic.
Depression is a horrible thing that anyone should go through. Let's play our part in saving a life. All we have to do is be Nice and thoughtful.
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