“No…not this way…not like this.”
How you wish you could shout for help, you long for somebody to hear you and save you, but it’s too late.
Sometimes or “for some of us most of their days”, we feel so alone and abandoned. We suffer from the unjust happenings of life. Something always missing, that if only we have it maybe we can say that life is beautiful.
If you are locked within the depth of depression, it’s hard to get out and say that tomorrow might be better for me; no it is not that easy. The idea of telling yourself to be positive is more painful than dying.
The emotions carry on pushing you to do things that will give you retaliation, attention, love, and rest. Things that are beyond reason, but of course depression will never give you time to think logically. All you can think of is to act base on what you feel, no matter what the outcome will be.
I really understand why some of us choose death than facing this kind of experience in life. I, too sometimes consider it as an option. But to be honest with you, I am coward to do so. I do not fear death, I will never be. But I am afraid to hurt those people who loves me.
Now talking about death, indeed it’s a mercy way of ending our sufferings but after that what, a total darkness and nothing. Imagine yourself standing in front of your dead body; you could never go back…everything is done.
Life may never be what we have dreamed of. People may never be what we expected of.
We may always found ourselves beneath the feet of failures. We could never do a thing to change that, that’s reality, its life!
But no matter what…never give up. It might be too painful to get out from depression but don’t fear it, fight.
And after all our broken dreams and disappointments, Christ is always there. He will always be our comfort, and protector.
JrdIDC.
