From year 10 to year 12 at school I didn’t feel much of anything. Towards the end of year 10 and the start of year 11 I had lost a number of people to various different illnesses, and every day from then on, wasn’t about living or enjoying life, it was just about getting to the end of that day. The only thing that made me get out of bed in the morning was the promise that this day had to end, and then I could get back into my bed.
It was a time when I hated being alone because that was when I became trapped inside a mind that was plagued with horrible thoughts that I couldn’t get away from. Yet, at the same time I wanted nothing more than to be alone because being around people meant I had to pretend to be something I didn’t even know how to feel anymore, happy.
So, I isolated myself, from my family, my friends. I held everyone at an arms-length because having strong relationships with people would mean that they might notice that something was wrong, and I didn’t want people to think that I was weak. Everyday was like a game, remember to smile, laugh, be happy. I don’t think I even realised I was doing it half the time, I became somebody I thought everybody else wanted me to be, I got good grades, I was nice to everyone, I didn’t have my own opinion because I seriously doubted anyone would care. I was like an empty vessel that waited for other people to show me how to be, because honestly? The last thing I wanted to do, was think, make decisions and risk losing anything.
I was clever, and a compulsive liar. I fooled everyone, people only saw what I wanted them to see, if I was imperfect in any way, it was because I wanted to be, to seem normal. I thought that would make me happy, until I realised I had never been more alone.
I hadn’t lost myself, but I had locked her away into a part of my mind I reserved only for myself, so that I could become someone else.
I was so repressed, so unfulfilled that as the numbness faded away I was overtaken by anger at the world, at society, for holding me back. I wanted to scream at everything for making me feel like I couldn’t just be me, but that wouldn’t help.
So, I did something I couldn’t take back, I decided to screw the universe for making me feel so small in so many ways, and I started to open up about some of the issues I have faced, and my journey in overcoming them. I became the person I really am, and sometimes that’s hard, because it’s natural instinct for me to want to hide away and pretend that I’m fine. But, I have some of the best friends that I have ever had, because I have opened up to them, and although I still have points when I think it would be easier to just pretend, I know I’m happier now, and I don’t want to lose that.
This is it for me, I know that in my heart I am going to defeat this depression because I know who I am now, I’m able to embrace that, accept that, and move forward.
I never want to go back to the days when, ‘this day has to end’ was my mantra.
Now, I try to live every day to it’s fullest, and that doesn’t always work out, but that’s okay, because I’ll get there, I know I will.