Sometimes Depression Is Cruel
Sometimes Depression is Cruel
From our first breath of life, we are continually thrust into situations and drugged from our stark reality. We are forced to make our way through an impossible puzzle on this war-torn land, the shadows of the past clinging with dread as we tear down our monuments. Drudging through the sludge known as our society, we are told what to do, how to look, what to wear, and even what to say.
Sometimes the sun shines for hours on end, bright and impossible. Sometimes there is a never-ending night, chilling you to the bone until you can no longer move. (Simile) Sometimes the lightest of breezes could knock you over, like a house of cards. (Metaphor) Sometimes you are a rock, weighed down by responsibilities. And sometimes, no one is there and your world is a void in the oblivion.
Sometimes, depression is cruel. When it is, and it always is, you have two choices. You can give in and fall into the dark, never to see the light again, or you can fight like we, as humans do, and make your own light. We fight, we fall, but we rise again and again to fight battles we will never win. And that is, arguably, the bravest thing anyone can do.
(Parallelism) Sometimes, …show more content…
Two thirds of those who are depressed commit suicide, and that’s an improvement. For youth, your number one cause of death is suicide from depression, shouldn’t that say something about society? For us females, we experience twice the rate of depression compared to men, and yet still, we cook, we clean, we birth children, and sometimes we just can’t. One in eight teens experience depression, too many in a class of five hundred; sixty-two. Forty-one kids die out of those sixty-two, believing themselves alone. That adds up to ten million dead out of the sixteen million. That is two hundred and thirty-three million left in the world that believe they are drowning all
From our first breath of life, we are continually thrust into situations and drugged from our stark reality. We are forced to make our way through an impossible puzzle on this war-torn land, the shadows of the past clinging with dread as we tear down our monuments. Drudging through the sludge known as our society, we are told what to do, how to look, what to wear, and even what to say.
Sometimes the sun shines for hours on end, bright and impossible. Sometimes there is a never-ending night, chilling you to the bone until you can no longer move. (Simile) Sometimes the lightest of breezes could knock you over, like a house of cards. (Metaphor) Sometimes you are a rock, weighed down by responsibilities. And sometimes, no one is there and your world is a void in the oblivion.
Sometimes, depression is cruel. When it is, and it always is, you have two choices. You can give in and fall into the dark, never to see the light again, or you can fight like we, as humans do, and make your own light. We fight, we fall, but we rise again and again to fight battles we will never win. And that is, arguably, the bravest thing anyone can do.
(Parallelism) Sometimes, …show more content…
Two thirds of those who are depressed commit suicide, and that’s an improvement. For youth, your number one cause of death is suicide from depression, shouldn’t that say something about society? For us females, we experience twice the rate of depression compared to men, and yet still, we cook, we clean, we birth children, and sometimes we just can’t. One in eight teens experience depression, too many in a class of five hundred; sixty-two. Forty-one kids die out of those sixty-two, believing themselves alone. That adds up to ten million dead out of the sixteen million. That is two hundred and thirty-three million left in the world that believe they are drowning all