Tag: depression

  • The “Weird” Kid

    The “Weird” Kid

    How am I supposed to live? How am I supposed to die? It seems that the society has already planned out everything for me even before I was born. Why is it so easy for everyone to just follow the crowd? Why being different has to be a challenge? Why life hates anyone who tries a different route to death? So many questions one has in life but in the end no one wants to be generic but at the same time everyone is afraid of being ‘the weird one’. This is the tale of that one “weird” kid that no one knows about.

    Darin had a pretty normal life. He was born into a very reputed family in the hometown. But his parents moved into a city with the hopes of a better lifestyle. Even though the life in the village was not that bad, the city life attracted everyone. His parents were no different. They bought a nice and cosy apartment in a safe neighbourhood. The people there were nice and welcoming. Darin’s parents, Ryde Laine and Heather Laine, were well educated but not that high. His father was the bread earner of the house. His mother does the household work as that was the usual back in the days. His father earned enough for the family; they could afford more than the bare necessities.

    Ryde enrolled his son to a very respectable school around 5 miles away from the neighbourhood. He also arranged the ride for his sons travel. The ride was a public school travel. Everyday Darin’s mother, Heather would carry him and get him into the school bus. The school consists of all types of kids, from all types of background. Even the bus had diverse students from primary to high school kids and kids who were rich to poor. The school uniform was a must so everyone had the same look despite their background. This system was great to some extent. At least he discrimination based on economy was not there. Moving on to Darin’s life in school.

    Darin was a quiet boy who didn’t have any friends. Of course he had classmates who occasionally talked to him but never a friend. He was for most his time lonely. Even his parents due to their busy schedule had to neglect Darin. He felt alone for almost all the time. He tried his very best to make friends but somehow it felt like everyone avoided him. His loneliness took to worse turns when his parents fought. That just makes him angry and sad. He wanted to get out of all this. He started reading books instead of playing outside with the neighbouring kids. Even if he had three books, he felt like he was home when he reads the books. Even during the break time in school, he used to read books. He used to eat his lunch alone obviously but books gave him company. Most of the children at that age loved to play during the break except him. He was made fun of his peculiar interest a lot of times.

    One day during the English lecture, the teacher advised the students to read some books. The teacher said, “Those who read have the brightest future. I’m sure Darin has a head start in life because of his hobby.” Some of the students didn’t like this. They hated Darin for receiving such a high praise from the teacher. They decided to destroy Darin’s future. They plotted to destroy Darin’s books, all three of them. Darin never left his seat and he always had his bag near him. So, one of the students told Darin that the teacher is calling him to the staffroom. Believing them, Darin left for the staffroom but was intercepted by another boy telling him that he needs help to find something in the storeroom without which the teacher will scold him. So Darin went with the boy to the storeroom. The moment Darin entered the storeroom, the boy locked the room from outside and left Darin alone in the room. The storeroom was pretty far from the main classrooms and voices from the storeroom couldn’t reach anyone unless the janitor was intending to take something. And to top the misery, the janitor comes around in the evening. So for next half of the school, Darin was locked in the storeroom. He screamed and cried out loud but nobody could hear him. The other boys were happy that their plan is working out just fine. They took his books, tore them apart and then threw them in the dustbin. Not even fate was on Darin’s side. Normally he would reach home at 1900 hours and his parents would reach by 2100 hours but that day he was still in the room till 9 o’ clock in the night; around when the janitor came to the storeroom for getting some equipment and found Darin locked inside. He asked him, “How he ended up there?” He lied and told him, “I lost something in here and while searching someone must have locked the room from outside.” The janitor said “Oh… You should call your parents and inform.” “Ok.” said Darin and he then called and informed his parents. His parents came to pick him up and asked about the incident. But he didn’t say more than he said to the janitor. His parents accepted it and told him to care in the future. His bag was still in the school. The other boys hid it in the locker. The next morning the other boys started teasing him and called him names. Those names stuck with him till high school. Later he found his bag in the locker and saw that his books are missing. He realised that those kids did something to them. He didn’t react and went ahead as usual as if nothing happened. The others were pretty bummed by his behaviour and they tried new and interesting ways to bully him. He pushed through it all and reached high school with excellent grades. The only people who had a soft spot for him were his teachers. Eventually, the teachers were more of a friend than the students for him.

    Darin became a full-fledged introvert by the time he reached high school. He bought new books which he could indulge in. By this time he had already been in the shoes of a thousand characters. Enthralled by the books he read, he started writing. He wrote poems, songs, books, etc. He enjoyed it very much. He kept this only as a hobby though; he enrolled in the sciences in the high school. He was equally fascinated by the world of science and mathematics. Along with the studies, he had his hobby to live for. But there were times when he had difficulties to cope up with the studies; still he managed to pass through it all with flying colours. This is what all of the others could see about him. No one knew what Darin’s true self. No one tried to know more about him. Everyone was pleased to see his success from the outside but no one saw his pain in the inside.

    During the time Darin grew up as a teen, his household was frequently in shambles. The frequency of the fights between his mom and dad grew. Most of them were due to their ego. His mother started earning when he was 9 years old. This developed a complex in his dad’s mind. His dad’s ego kept rising, so did his mom’s. In between these fights, they often forgot about their kid, Darin. They neglected him and forgot to give him love. Because of this Darin became an emotionless person. He started developing a disregard for life. Sometimes the parents lashed out their anger on their son. Which made Darin to start feeling sad. His constant sadness grew into the monster of depression. He was in no mental state to appreciate anything. He simply didn’t care. His lack of interest crawled into his hobby and passion of reading and writing. He stopped trying to being creative. The neglect from the parents and the society made him feel worthless. He felt like no one was there for him. He wanted someone to console him, he wanted a friend at the same time he didn’t want to be a burden to anyone. He didn’t know what he was going through was a disease but he tried his own methods to cope up. He started stealing his parents’ money to buy alcohol. He started abusing alcohol and became a tobacco addict. His parents didn’t care much about each other and about their kid. Heck! They even started to sleep in different rooms. Their family was in a complete mess. Nobody could mend the broken pieces.

    In his feeling of loneliness, Darin found music. But it didn’t make him feel anything. He was losing himself to alcohol and cigarettes. One day he decided to end it all. He decided to end his stupid life. People will forget about him as fast as the next night. He will find peace. So he started to write his final letter. The letter read,

    “Hey!

    Whoever is reading this, I want you to know, you’re awesome and worthy to live unlike me. I am nothing but trouble to my parents and the society. I have not even a single redeeming quality. I cannot offer anything. I am just a burden. Nobody is responsible for what happens next. I take FULL RESPONSIBILITY for my DEATH. I love you mom and dad.

    Thanks for helping me get through till now, alcohol.

    Regards,

    Darin Laine.”

    After writing this letter, he prepared the rope and the stool. He placed the letter on the table, said his final prayers and hung himself. It was 18:45 in the clock. His parents were still at work. They reached home by 21:00 to find their son dead in his room. Both of them broke down and were shocked to silence. They eventually called the ambulance. The police also came to the scene. While investigating, they found the letter and the case was closed as “Suicide”.

    Whose fault was it? Were the parents to blame? Or maybe the society? Or maybe Darin? Everybody is at fault. Maybe if the parents had given some attention to their only son, he would be still alive this day. Maybe if he had friends, he would be alive. Even if he had a single person believing in him, he would still be alive this day. But sadly, that was not the case. We are so preoccupied by ourselves that we forget about others. Little things we do to others may hurt or mend them forever. Our actions are to be blamed in times like this. No one was there for him. Sadly, this is the truth for many of us. If you look closely to your surrounding you’ll see many who are on the verge of self-destruction. If someone comes to you for help never let them go. Never let anyone go by themselves. Be always kind to everyone. Maybe just your smile can turn someone away from destroying themselves. You don’t have to pay to act kind. All you need to do is be there for them. Just by giving them a sense of belonging can save them. Be friends with everyone. Try to help everyone. On to the story after Darin’s death;

    His parents were questioned by the police and after the investigation they realised that Darin was an addict. The parents were shocked to hear this. They didn’t know about his condition. The doctors said that he could have been going through depression which was treatable. This could have been avoided. This knowledge broke them even more. With the grief of losing their only son, they decided to go separate. They felt that being separate would remind them of this incident less. But that was not true. Still they had help to get through. Both of them had their families to help them get through it all. And about the classmates, no one truly cared about his death; after all he was a wallflower that no one knew.

  • We Need to Talk About Depression.

    We Need to Talk About Depression.

    We need to talk about depression. We need to talk about depression because we think depression is going to fix itself but it isn’t. We need to talk about depression because we’d rather have our Facebook and Whatsapp status as “Not feeling well because I broke my leg” than “Not feeling well because I’m depressed.”

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    We need to talk about depression because teenagers think posting anonymous poems on Facebook is more therapeutic than talking to their parents about their feelings.

    We need to talk about depression because we cannot just keep reading the news about suicides and act as if nothing ever happened.

    We need to talk about depression because when kids don’t sleep at night or are not motivated to eat or even take a shower, we label them as lazy instead of asking them the reason for their paralysed motor activities.

    We need to talk about depression because depression is the second leading cause of death amongst youngsters.

    We need to talk about depression because people choose to end their lives or self-harm instead of saying that they need help. And you know why they’re scared to tell their parents/teachers/friends that they’re depressed? Because of the stigma. Because of the laughter, the labelling. Because some of us believe that mental illness isn’t a real thing.

    We need to talk about depression because we’d rather go to the hospital to see a relative or a friend who met with an accident or had a heart attack than we’d go to see a relative or a friend who committed suicide and was saved “luckily”.

    We need to talk about depression because people think it’s a fad or a trend, but it isn’t. It’s not trendy to be depressed, it is heart wrenching, dark and a terrible feeling of helplessness.

    We need to talk about depression because we, as a society, suffer from depression. We are all moving towards the biggest depression the world has ever experienced. And I’m not talking about economic depression.

    We need to talk about depression because we have leaves for physical illnesses but not for mental illnesses. We need to talk about depression because we are moving toward a civilization of depression. Almost more than half the population is suffering from mild anxiety or depression.

    We need to talk about depression because we think it is funny when we make memes about a serious condition like this, but it is not. It is a serious problem that needs our attention, right now.

    We need to talk about depression because it’s okay to not be okay. It is okay to suffer from a mental illness, you’re not different, or a bad person if you’re depressed. It’s okay to not feel like yourself sometimes.

    We need to talk about depression because people who suffer from depression are not just their mental illness. They are more than that, they have a story and they have a life other than depression.

    We need to talk about depression because we need to start accepting that a problem like this exists and is real. We need to understand the severity of it.

    If we don’t start talking now, if we don’t end the stigma now, depression will not fix itself.

  • Dear Chester Bennington

    Dear Chester Bennington

    I stumbled upon you when a few boys in my class were up to no good and sneaked in their MP3 player in the class. They were yelling and showing off about their music taste. One of them played the song “Numb” and that was the first time I heard it. I liked it and I knew I was going to find it on youtube when I go home. I did just that. Since then, you became my favorite person. It was not because your band was successful or popular, but because your voice made me feel at home. Your band felt like a safe place and your voice was one of the biggest reasons why I fell in love with your music.

    I listened to your songs when I was upset, or having a bad day. I also listened to them when I was angry, like, really angry. But, then something changed in college. I felt different things which were bigger than myself… it was then when I realized that the world is bigger than me. I listened to your music and related it with different things – other than just me and my experiences.

    I was obsessed with your band in Junior College. I listened to you all the time. While going to college, in breaks, while studying in the library, while coming back home, at home, while doing my homework, and while sleeping. I was listening to your music when I was sad and when I was happy.

    I listened to your album “A Thousand Suns” the most and it is still my favorite album, and it will always be. The songs on that album spoke to me on a different level. It was that time when I was thinking about the world, about the wars, about the crimes, about reality. I don’t think there could be anyone who could have sung those songs better than you and Mike. Or even composed them, or written them. You felt like home. You were the person who would turn all my thoughts into a piece of art with your songs. You made me understand what it feels like to have a favorite band member, a favorite band. You made me understand what it feels like to identify with a band and their music.

    Then, when I graduated from Junior college to Degree college, I started listening to different kinds of music. While you were always there in all of my playlists, I did not listen to you as much like I used to. Your band released The Hunting Party and I did not listen to it for about a month because I knew you were getting hate. I knew people were telling you that you have changed, and aren’t true to your previous style. But, that was the entire foundation of your band – Linkin Park was known for their versatile music. You guys took big risks and even though your fans did not like albums like A Thousand Suns and Living Things at first, they accepted that it was nothing but art in the end. I argued and argued with everyone about that. In fact, I even remember arguing with a close friend of mine because she insulted your song “Castle of Glass”. I knew what that song meant to you, and I wasn’t having it from someone who did not know you or your band badmouth you.

    I, however, wish I never stopped listening to you. I wish I never stopped watching your interviews. But, I got busier and busier with new artists and college and new experiences. Your music was always there, though. In all of my playlists, you were there. But, it’s almost like, I wasn’t there for you anymore.

    I heard about your new album and I knew you were again getting hate for trying something new, for experimenting and taking a risk. I listened to Battle Symphony and Invisible. So, I understood why you were getting such negative feedback. I loved the songs, and I was going to download your album. But, I kept procrastinating it because I always listen to your new albums in my room, all alone, absorbing every lyric.

    So, I made up my mind that last Sunday, I would finally download your album and listen to it. However, something horrible happened on 20th July, 2017. My friends who knew I love you guys, texted me about it. I did not accept it at first. How was that even possible? You were supposed to be here forever. I thought I had you forever. I was a mess, I am still a mess, and I will forever be a mess whenever I think about you. You were gone, you are gone. You’re never coming back. It hurts. It hurts so much that I cannot even breathe sometimes.

    I remember watching you perform “Waiting for The End” at the Southside Festival in Germany. I don’t know what it was, but I felt it. Right in my heart. Your voice always touched my heart, but this performance was something else. Now, I cannot stop listening to that song and wondering what you were thinking while performing it.

    It was always my dream to watch you perform live in India. But, we don’t always get what we want, right? Nothing hurts more than seeing you gone and knowing that I will never see you again.

    Chester, you were my person. You were my secret place that nobody except for a few friends knew about. This is difficult, but I am letting you go as you are in a better place right now. I know that you are. This world, a dark place, never deserved you in the first place. I hope to see you on the other side, soon.

    You left with a beautiful legacy behind. Your music taught me that the world is bigger than me and I am so, so, thankful to you for that. All that I know now, is that I am not stopping here. You’ve left me with a purpose, with a cause that I need to work on from now onward.

    I love you, Chester. Rest in peace. I will miss you, forever. Thank you for being a part of my life, thank you.

    With Love,

    Shweta.