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Young and Depressed


People tend to shy away from the topic of depression as if it's something that isn't experienced or as if it isn't as serious as those who experience it make it out to seem. When you are young you are encouraged to live your life to the fullest and when you are young depression should be the furthest thing from your mind. Well wake up people! Young people are suffering and they are feeling forsaken!
  
   What we need to remember is that people deal with things differently. One individual may find it easy to get over heartbreak while another will suffer daily to heal. One individual may find it easy to get over academic failure while another will struggle daily with overcoming. One individual will find it easy to be alone without social interactions while another will fall apart if they have no one to talk to. Young people are constantly faced in these times with pressures from all over especially that of social media. Some of us can find ourselves feeling inadequate when we see how others in our age group are progressing and we feel like no matter how we try we aren't moving forward. Some of us may see friends getting married and having children while we are struggling with a break up.  Some of will see others with family support to help achieve their dreams while you have no support.

Some of us are surrounded with no positivity and are constantly told day in and out how little we have accomplished and how we are wasting our lives. Some of us feel as if no matter how much effort we put into things they continue to fall apart. I'm here to tell you that I suffer from depression from time to time and there have been times in the past when I've contemplated and even got up and was ready to commit suicide. I felt hopeless and insignificant and sadly enough I believed that not one single person on this earth would care about my end. 

I'm here to implore each and everyone of us to be more considerate of others. Let us not ridicule those around us who are having a hard time. Don't call them weak and sensitive let us sit down and talk to them and encourage them to keep on pushing on. What has helped me to deal with my depression is my writing. Writing gives me comfort and a purpose to keep on pushing forward. Let us not neglect the needs of our loved ones because we believe that we are too busy. Try to look beyond the fake smiles of your friends and see the hurt. Don't flaunt your blessings too much in the face of your close friends who are having a hard time. If we become more considerate of others we would be able to give more assistance to our loves ones who are suffering. If you are depressed and need someone to talk to feel free to comment below as I'm here to talk!










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