(this article is dedicated to my mother)
Have you ever woke up in the morning feeling like tones of stones were pounding down on your chest? Even getting up in the morning, get dress and do simple daily activities were a real challenge. Did you ever look at something in particular and start to burst out in tears? Have you ever been in a phase where u just can’t get a good night sleep or some even sleep constantly with that heavy feeling at the instant you open your eyes? Have u ever feel like a sword is pierced up your chest or the feeling of a whole apple was stuck up your throat? The feeling of everything u did was wrong and worthless. Have you?? You have?? Try having it everyday for 360 days of the year!
That’s a medical condition known as ‘depression’ some with and some without manic episodes. Some with and some without suicide tendencies. They are so many forms and not everybody who looks sad and pathetic can be diagnosed as having depression.
Without us realizing it our community today have seen a rising number of depressive illness. “Yang orang dulu-dulu panggil orang gile tuhhh”, “org dulu-dulu”?? i think nowadays there are still people who think that way, worst still if they have the idea of a supernatural having anything to do with the odd behaviour. How shallow is our community??
The one person that would know most (from the inside) about this is my mom. Having to deal with people having depression seem to be a major role in a life without even her noticing it. How incredible that Allah gave her the ability to understand about this disease even without having to undergo years of specialistic studies.
Medically, depression is said to be due to some inbalance in the brain’s hormone, mainly dealing with serotonin. What??! exectly! I have no idea. Haven’t been in my psychiatric rotation yet, in 2010, insyAllah. hehe
Mummy have been dealing with people in depression since even before i was born. It was in people within our family (It is said that depression is hereditary). I believe her support and understanding was the best medication for those who had depression. Beats xanax and proxac! That’s why if anyone who comes up to me and say that they have symptoms of depression (up till now, sooo many actually), i’d say “Go and talk to your mom!!”, in a nice way of coz. For that matter, if it’s not your mother, a family member would do. Who would understand you better if not those people whom watch you grew?
Mummy endured times when even she felt like she couldn’t breath, sleep or eat while caring for them. The one thing she told me was she remembered that there was a point she kept on Dzikir asking Allah for help that when she woke up, she woke up still Dzikir-ing, subconciously.
This is why when you’re dealing with patients with depression, it’s not just them that needs the treatment, it’s also the people around them. Depression is like an infectious disease and can either break a family apart or bring them even closer together.
I wouldn’t, in my life time, use it as an excuse to justify / acknowladge any bad situation i am in. It should be something to be fought off not encouraged. I remember reading a book by Paulo Coelho — “The alchemist” which tells a story about a boy’s journey to look for a treasure and it brought him to this alchemist…here’s their conversation.
“my heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, “It doesn’t want me to go on”. “that makes sense,” the alchemist answered. “Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dreams, you might lose everything you’ve won.”