Suicide has been a recurrent issue among youths in Nigeria which is as a result of depression, because in a strange way we have fallen in love with depression. Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. It’s the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. It’s wanting friends, but hate socializing. It’s wanting to be alone, but not wanting to be lonely. It’s feeling everything at once then feeling paralyzingly numb.
Lately they’ve been three major suicide cases in Nigeria, It happened in University of Ilorin, Kwara state University as well as Amadu Bello University Zaria, and these three has been as a result of depression and anxiety because every thought was a battle. Every breath was a war, and that they don’t see themselves winning anymore.
However, mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increase the burden. It is easier to say, “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken”. When one suffer from depression “He or she is tired” means a permanent state of exhaustion that sleep doesn’t fix because sleep isn’t sleep anymore, it’s an escape.
So much attention has not been given to depression as expected, depression is just like every other major illness. Parents who are suppose to see to their children psychological and emotional balance are nowhere to be found, sometimes they are even the cause. Depression is real ! however, what people never understand is that depression isn’t about the outside; it’s about the inside. When depression takes over and one can’t push through it, some just have to close their door and shut the world out, because they believe It’s the only way they know they are going to survive.
Depression is a prison where you are both the prisoner and the cruel jailer because they are wounds that never show on the body they are deeper and more hurtful than anything. If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
When an individual is depressed he or she don’t control his or her thoughts, their thoughts control them. They want to talk about it. Damn it !. They want to scream. ! They want to yell. ! They want to shout about it. But all they could do is whisper “I’m fine.” If they are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep them from sinking because there is “more to life”.