Definitely Depression but POSSIBLE
Today I made a post “emotionally overwhelmed is an understatement “. A longtime friend asked me if everything was, okay? I let her know that Daevohn has been battling severe depression since October but has only gotten worse. I stay up most nights listening for him because he talks about how he has suicidal thoughts. I thought taking him away would maybe spark something in him but it didn’t. It’s worse. I have to make the decision to commit him into a facility where he is able to get better help. It’s just a lot and so hard. I’ve literally tried any and everything.
She replies with shock and questions. Has he seen a Dr, medicine, things we’ve tried. I replied, “You’re okay. He was given sertraline and he took it for 2 days and said it hurts his stomach and he’s not taking it. So I ordered a “feelings” journal that he’d write in at the end of everyday do a scale of 1-10 on how he felt that day went overall and then a list of emotions you check off if you felt them that day. I’m not sure if he used it as I don’t want him to feel like I’m snooping. He sees a therapist every Friday. He’s been 4 times and hasn’t spoken more than 5 mins in his hour. We got home last night, and he texted his best friend that he’s tired of living and ready to give up again and that he has no hope or care about anyone. I went in his room and I was like what bubba, what is it? Is it me? Is it Jerome? Is it grandma is it school what is it. You have to give me something here, man. I’m lost. I need you to help me help you. Please. He laughs me off offensively, I felt and like dismissing me. I said Daevohn – you know I’ve had depression for years now and that saying I want to give up and not live anymore, isn’t funny. It’s not a joke at all. I’ve been there so many times. I hate that place, so I wake up and fight back to never be there. You have to fight back. Asking Daevohn-What can I do to help you? Nothing. There’s nothing to help. At this point I’m bawling my eyes out pissed off but broken hearted all at the same time. Wanting to shake the shit out of my boy, slap his face and splash water on him and scream STOP!!! The. Best. Is. Yet. To. Come!!! It only gets better. Hold on. Just breathe! Then the other side saying hold him. Pull him to you like you did when he was still small. Make him feel your love. Make him feel his childhood, his Pappy (grandpa) memories, his dirt on his face, coming in after 11 from playing kickball in the front yard. Take him back to win life had time to be a life and he didn’t know there was hate or ugly or suicides or religions or prejudice or predators or social media or anything you want in the WORLD is only a few clicks away! Take him back. That’s his happy place. That’s when he was happy. You found his happy. How do you bring him to it!? You hold tight to the back of his house coat, and you drag your feet with all your dead weight, and you drag it out as long as it takes.. deep breathe in- then one day, you exhaled, and you were there. You are there. You are here. You made it. You got there. Now every day you wake up, you FIGHT LIKE HELL to NEVER get there again and if you get close, you fight harder and if you get back to there – you’ll find this memory and you’ll bounce back. Keep. Fighting. You. We. Got. This.
And as I sit here – a person with depression for years, thinking to myself “damn bro, you fought. For 14 years. Haha, you, well I- I did that. I. Fought. To. Be. Here. ~ and I’m going to continue to fight till the day, I transition!” My: boy man, will too!!!
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