New Patient Story

I’m going through more than people know. I can put on an amazing façade when I need to. Sometime I try to reach out for help, but my coworkers don’t seem to care. When you ask someone, ‘how are you?’, most people don’t want a conversation of what’s wrong. The answer is usually ‘good’ or ‘it’s going’ or ‘not bad’. You repay the question and get the same answer then you move on. I speak with a therapist regularly, but not the same as having friends to talk to sometimes and having a coworker that cares to listen. Last night I left crying because of some hard things I was dealing with, but my coworkers were too busy to care about what I had to say or going through. It leaves you wondering sometimes if people would notice you were gone or miss you. Are you making an impact? Are you recognized? I’m not speaking about being gone by killing myself, just a hypothetical scenario that I was one day not here but somewhere else. It is the alienation and dismissive treatment that leads those with depression and other problems to seek suicide. I am fortunate enough to have a friend that is the best person there ever was. Always willing to listen and always willing to just hold my hand or give me a hug. I don’t need special attention or other people’s pity. What I do want is people to take a real interest in what they ask people and be willing to acknowledge other people when they need to talk. Don’t need to down play, don’t need to feed into it, but sometimes, just listen.