Unnoticed Condition
So its 3am and I'm just up thinking about how many things go unnoticed in the US alone. Depression, Suicide, the true price of poverty and the hunger faced by the majority of people. I see these videos on Facebook where they will pose as homeless men and woman looking for food or money to buy food, clothing, the basic necessities of life and just see how they re treated and these individuals are only portraying a role that too many are living every single day. I see these videos that friends of suicide victims (yes they are victims) post talking about how they would have never thought that they would do such a thing, and how they knew they were having troubles but "didn't think they were that serious".
Here is a story and this is coming from my life. At age 10 i was diagnosed with Chron's Disease and because of that i was pulled from school because in the following months i spent up to 6 months in the hospital almost straight. fast forward 3 years when i had my first surgery, i decided to go back to public school and it was the worst hell of my life, i was 62 pounds and you could see every bone in my body. Needless to say i was bullied but not physically because though small i was a fighter when it counted, but i was bullied mentally and not just by students but by teachers (this even continued into high school but i learned to not hold on to what people thought and said about me). I was 14 taking Pain killers to function with society just from My disease, at 15 I popped 7 High prescription Oxycodon so that "I didn't have to deal with the pain anymore". I slept for 18hrs straight and woke up the next day and honestly i was disappointed it didn't work, depression was more a part of me then ever to the point where my DNA stood for Depression Never Absent. and no one to include my family ever thought or even knew i was depressed to the point of suicidal, My own parents couldn't tell even when i used to wake them up from me crying in my room. Fast forward to 2012 freshman year, I was homeless and again in and out of the hospital to the point i was in school 28 days out of the entire year. I was an honor roll student, whilst battling my sickness which i learned to hide from those i was close with and living out of my fathers car and a storage unit. Hunger was unbearable, me and him stayed while my mom went with family to try and make a miracle happen and find a place to live.
The point I'm making is as a society we have become so wrapped up in Our Problems thinking that what we have going on is the weight of the world x10 when in reality there is always something worse, and we tend to shut out those who need help because "they cant help me why use my resources when it wont be reciprocated". Let me tell you what depression looks like; Slouched shoulders, blank eyes, airy voice, constant headaches or colds, seclusion. If you know someone like this don't ignore the signs, as such as we push people away what we need is an arm around us, a laugh, to be reassured that we are not alone. it doesn't take much and it doesn't take a full day, you can take the bullet out of the gun or put the cap on a pill bottle over a cup of coffee and a genuine heart to heart conversation. when it comes to those hungry and homeless, 50 cents means more than a dollar when they've seen $50 walk passed them every 5 minutes. Small gestures can change the world, sustainable energy, endless farming and livestock production and world peace are all great ideas but if we neglect our neighbors in our own backyards than what have done for the world.
Change the world on soul at a time, and soon we can change the world. That is the Fact of it All.
Here is a story and this is coming from my life. At age 10 i was diagnosed with Chron's Disease and because of that i was pulled from school because in the following months i spent up to 6 months in the hospital almost straight. fast forward 3 years when i had my first surgery, i decided to go back to public school and it was the worst hell of my life, i was 62 pounds and you could see every bone in my body. Needless to say i was bullied but not physically because though small i was a fighter when it counted, but i was bullied mentally and not just by students but by teachers (this even continued into high school but i learned to not hold on to what people thought and said about me). I was 14 taking Pain killers to function with society just from My disease, at 15 I popped 7 High prescription Oxycodon so that "I didn't have to deal with the pain anymore". I slept for 18hrs straight and woke up the next day and honestly i was disappointed it didn't work, depression was more a part of me then ever to the point where my DNA stood for Depression Never Absent. and no one to include my family ever thought or even knew i was depressed to the point of suicidal, My own parents couldn't tell even when i used to wake them up from me crying in my room. Fast forward to 2012 freshman year, I was homeless and again in and out of the hospital to the point i was in school 28 days out of the entire year. I was an honor roll student, whilst battling my sickness which i learned to hide from those i was close with and living out of my fathers car and a storage unit. Hunger was unbearable, me and him stayed while my mom went with family to try and make a miracle happen and find a place to live.
The point I'm making is as a society we have become so wrapped up in Our Problems thinking that what we have going on is the weight of the world x10 when in reality there is always something worse, and we tend to shut out those who need help because "they cant help me why use my resources when it wont be reciprocated". Let me tell you what depression looks like; Slouched shoulders, blank eyes, airy voice, constant headaches or colds, seclusion. If you know someone like this don't ignore the signs, as such as we push people away what we need is an arm around us, a laugh, to be reassured that we are not alone. it doesn't take much and it doesn't take a full day, you can take the bullet out of the gun or put the cap on a pill bottle over a cup of coffee and a genuine heart to heart conversation. when it comes to those hungry and homeless, 50 cents means more than a dollar when they've seen $50 walk passed them every 5 minutes. Small gestures can change the world, sustainable energy, endless farming and livestock production and world peace are all great ideas but if we neglect our neighbors in our own backyards than what have done for the world.
Change the world on soul at a time, and soon we can change the world. That is the Fact of it All.
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