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Helping the helpless

March 6, 2013
By elisha24 SILVER, Kerry, Other
elisha24 SILVER, Kerry, Other
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Whats for you wont pass you, <br /> life is like photography, we develop from the negatives<br /> You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only thing you have


I looked into her eyes. Her smile was deceiving, but those eyes told a hundred secrets, well at the very least that there were a hundred secrets. I wanted to know all of them, I wanted her to open up like a bud blossoming into a rose, and I as the rain. I wanted her to know that in my arms she was safe. But I knew that she would never open up, she’d learnt to never share, thought that no one cared. How wrong she was, to think that no one cared. She dug down into the ground so far that she couldn't see all the people on the surface trying to drag her up. |Put the spade was not hers. It was the property of depression. I saw it, from when it was a tiny shadow to a smothering cloud. I saw it slowly then suddenly drag its dark branch like arms around her. I saw her struggle against them at first, but they quickly had the upper hand. They clawed their way in until they had her fooled, she believed that they were her, they became her.

I watched as she left us, powerless to bring her back. I watched as the girl we loved change into the person we worried about. I watched as she shot out of class to enter the bathroom with a blade in her hand. I watched but never followed. In my head I saw the blood as she dragged it across her skin. I watched as she came back, spotting the unmistakable red spot on her sleeve, never doing or saying anything just watching.

I listened to her silent cries though the “I'm fine” and the “I’m just tired.” I listened as she broke down in my arms when her mother found those hidden scars. I listened as she finally cried. I listened; never spoke, never did anything, just listened.

I waited for her to tell me. I waited for her to use her own words as she told me about this illness. I acted suitable surprised, I pretended that I was oblivious; I wondered if it angered her like it angered me. I already knew, a fool could have seen. Here she stands before me telling me I've been the best friend she could have hoped for, but in my mind I count the cuts I could have prevented. I count the times I could have stopped the madness, but didn't. Here she sits telling me I've helped, when all I did was be there. There were so many things I could have done, some many things I should have done, but in her eyes I've helped. If I've helped the helpless then why do I feel so powerless?


The author's comments:
I have suffered from depression for over two years now. I found it quite difficult to cope with my illness and so responded by self harming. It was a friend at my lowest point. I'm not particularly proud of this time of my life, or the actions I took during it, but I'm not ashamed of it either. I'm a stronger person because of it and I wouldn't change the person I've become for the world. Recently while talking to my friends, one confided in me that she felt utterly powerless watching depression and self harm take me over. She said the thing she wanted most was to help me, but she was terrified her words of comfort would be the ones to throw me over the edge.I want them and anyone else that supports a person struggling with depression to know how much they are helping by just being there. It sounds like such a cliche but they did, I owe my life to those three girls. Thank you for giving me the platform to tell my story. I'm not ready yet to let people my story in person, but I'll get there. This is one huge step for me, thank you teen ink.

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