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Holy shit this is brilliant
AMAZING. BOOST IT.
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There are 7 billion people living on this earth.
it is estimated that 2-5% of the worlds population is transgender.
That seems really small until you do a little math:
7,000,000,000 *.02(lowest estimate)=140,000,000.
One hundred and forty million people. That is…
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1. Can I relieve your stress in any way?
One thing all writing manuals say is SHOW don’t TELL. Words aren’t all that helpful to a person struggling with depression. Because let me speak from experience … almost everything she hears will somehow be twisted to sound like an insult. Every suggestion–St. John’s Wort? Organic apples? Yoga?–are going to come off as: You are doing something terribly wrong and this is all your fault.
SO what I found most comforting when I couldn’t pull myself up by my bootstraps is when a friend came over and fixed me lunch, or when someone offered to tidy up my place. I realize that sounds a tad pampered and self-indulgent, but we wouldn’t think twice about doing it for someone who is going through chemo. Why not go there for a person battling a serious mood disorder?
2. What do you think might help you to feel better?
This one I picked up from parenting manuals. If you tell a little girl to stay away from the Skittles because she becomes demonic after indulging in those tasty sweets, that’s not really going to do much more than shove five in her mouth. However, if you say … “Do you remember when you slapped Cousin Fred in the face at the picnic last week because you got excited after eating a bag of Skittles? Do you think there’s a chance of that happening again?” she MAY very well still desire the Skittles, and hell, she might even shove another five in her mouth; however, there is also a chance she will arrive at her own solutions and, say, … go for the doughnut instead!
3. Is there something I can do for you?
Again, like number one, this is a SHOW not TELL moment, and those are very effective at communicating compassion. Chances are that the depressed person will just shake her head as she cries, but I can assure you that she will register your offer in that place instead her heart that says, “This person cares about me.” Now if she asks you to file her tax return, I apologize sincerely.
4. Can I drive you somewhere?
Here’s something that most people don’t know about folks battling depression: they are really bad drivers. REALLY bad. In fact, when I was admitted into the inpatient psych unit at Johns Hopkins, I was shocked that one of the questions was, “Have you received any speeding tickets, or ran into other cars, or big orange columns in parking garages that got paint all over your Honda and pissed off your husband?” When I inquired with the nurse why that question was on there, she said “bad driving is an easy way to diagnose a mood disorder.”
All I can say there is: True. True. True. So, this suggestion is not only to help out your depressed friends who maybe do need some fish oil or tissue paper from the drug store, but also all the other people on the road.
5. Where are you getting your support?
Notice the difference between saying, “Are you going to any support group meetings?” which implies, “If you aren’t, you are one lazy son of a bitch who deserves to be depressed.” And “Where are you getting your support?” which says, “You need some support. Let’s figure out a way to get it.”
6. You won’t always feel this way.
That was the perfect sentence that I could hear 50 times a day when I wanted out, out, out, of this world. Those words don’t judge, impose, or manipulate. What they do is convey hope, and HOPE is what keeps a person alive, or at least motivated to get to the next day to see if the light at the end of the tunnel is really a place of rebirth or a friggin’ freight train.
7. Can you think of anything contributing to your depression?
This is a very gentle way of saying, “It’s your abusive marriage that’s bringing you down, fool!” or “You think maybe the witch you work with might have a little something to do with the mood dips?” You’re poking around, but not stopping the stick on any one thing. Again, like the preschooler, she has to arrive at her own conclusions, and when she does, she will take accountability for what she can change and not blame you for any negative results.
8. What time of day is hardest for you?
This one was brilliant. It was my mom’s. So she called twice a day, once in the morning–because depression is usually most acute upon waking (“Crap, I’m still alive.”)–and at about 3 or 4 in the afternoon, when blood sugar dips and anxiety can take over. Mind you, she didn’t have to say a whole lot, but knowing that I could count on her during those two times was a little bit like holding someone’s hand through a dangerous intersection.
9. I’m here for you.
It’s simple. It’s sweet. And it communicates everything you need to say: I care, I get it, I don’t really understand it, but I love you, and I support you.
10. Nothing.
That’s the most uncomfortable one, because we always want to fill in the silence with something, even if it’s weather talk. But saying nothing … and merely listening … is sometimes the very best response, and the most appropriate.
I love this passage from Rachel Naomi Remen’s bestselling book “Kitchen Table Wisdom”:
I suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention. And especially if it’s given from the heart. When people are talking, there’s no need to do anything but receive them. Just take them in. Listen to what they’re saying. Care about it. Most times caring about it is even more important than understanding it.
Writing and credit to @GypsieCowboy
I know the feeling.
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I know the feeling.
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Depression is a life-threatening illness.
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If I didn’t have my dog, Bruno, I’d kill myself today.
Just make my way to the Golden Gate bridge and throw myself off. I tried to jump off the GGB about 5 years ago but I was taken away by the police and hospitalized before I could do it.
I’m tired of being a failure — a failure in love, a failure in life and a disappointment to my family. My family doesn’t care about me. They just think I’m crazy because I’m transgender. My Mom hasn’t spoken to me since December 2011. The last two times I tried to talk with her this year, she called me “A problem”, said she didn’t want to talk to me anymore because “I’m nothing but bad news” and hung up on me. And she hasn’t. Even when I had my shoulder surgery, no one in my family sent me a card or even called to see if I was doing okay. I’ve had every major surgery alone, with no family to love or support me in any way. So they won’t care and would probably be relieved to not have to deal with me anymore since I’m always such a problem for them.
Then there’s Sarah. I’m absolutely brokenhearted to have lost her love. It’s all my fault. I guess I don’t deserve her love anymore. I hate myself so much. I just wanted to be loved but I guess you can’t love someone as broken and fucked up as me. I deserve to die. I don’t want to live anymore.
I just need to figure out how to do this. Pills? I’ve got plenty of those — enough to kill an elephant. Maybe I’ll just make that jump off the Golden Gate bridge this time. That way, at least someone will think of me whenever they see the bridge. It’ll be like my own personal memorial.
The only thing that ever stops me from killing myself is my dog, Bruno. He’s like a baby to me and I don’t want to break his little heart and leave him homeless. I promised him that I’d love him and give him a forever home when I adopted him. I don’t want to break that promise to him. My death would break his little heart and I don’t want him to think I didn’t love him anymore or that I just abandoned him.
I have an appointment scheduled with my psychotherapist this evening. I’m not sure I’m going to talk with him. He’s a good Doctor but he can’t stop how badly I feel all the time. I’m tired of just hanging in there, only to live through more heartbreak, more pain and more broken relationships. I can’t take another broken heart or days of crying and no sleep. I miss her so hard.
I love you, Sarah. I’m so sorry for everything. I want you to know I loved you with all my heart. I just can’t get over losing you and I don’t want to be here anymore. <3 <3 <3
“In the event of my untimely death, don’t bother contacting my parents. They don’t give a shit anyway.”
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On May 1, 1947 Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from the observation deck of the Empire State Building. She had landed supine on a parked limousine and came to rest in an attitude that suggested peaceful sleep. The photo is often referred to as ‘The most beautiful suicide’.
Photographed by Robert Wiles.