I Hate This Disease

As a follow up to the post I wrote last night, dearest Scott Hutchison, rest your soul in peace. I’m so sorry your pain took you from this world. I’m so sorry it felt like nothing else but death could help. It isn’t fair. Depression isn’t fair. Suicide isn’t fair. None of it makes sense. I’m sorry.

I hate this disease of depression. I hate it. I hate what it does to us, our humanity. I hate how alcohol antagonizes and exacerbates it. I hate the hole it digs in our minds. I hate how tightly it grips without letting go.

If you are hurting, please just talk to someone. Anyone. Don’t let the world wake up hurting in your absence. We need you here. 

World: if you see, hear, sense someone struggling, don’t pass them by. Reach out. Ask the question. Stay with them and listen, even if they don’t say anything—especially if they don’t say anything. Be there.

We can all do more. 

5 thoughts on “I Hate This Disease

  1. ainsobriety says:

    I hate it too.
    I took my 13 year old to the psychiatrist last week. She is seriously depressed and she asked for help. She feels like life has no hope and she is all alone, even in a group of friends.
    I have felt that way before. It’s a hard and scary place.

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