I got a call on a Sunday afternoon. It was a friend of mine who has been living with depression and suicidal ideation. In the call all he said was "Dude, I am not fine. I am losing it".
He didn't need to say more. I told him I am coming over and the first thing we are doing is checking in his firearm at the police station and then we can sit and talk. He lives about 1h30mins away and when I arrived he had already handled the firearm part. I won't say where he lives because that 1h30m will show that I was avoiding a funeral more than I was avoiding speeding tickets.
His wife was not around for the weekend so it was me, him and his kids. We left them watching TV and went to sit by a corner. We talked. About everything besides the call he made earlier.
Not because I wasn't curious but because after living with depression too I know that I don't always want a questionnaire. Or explain triggers that don't make sense. Or explain that sometimes I don't even understand why I feel that way I do. In fact, he was going through some of the best few months of his life when he made that call. New house, business going well... To the outside world he didn't "qualify" for depression.
The elephant in the room was there but we were laughing. I think the elephant was laughing too.
Months later he made a facebook post about that moment and we could joke about it now. Publicly. Not knowing that the simple act of sitting in that corner talking about shit was exactly why he called.
Too often when a low point in depression hits, we feel like we are talking to people we have to qualify our state to. People who mean well. But I don't know why I want my world to end. And even if I do, it is not always this great big thing that most people would think "Okay, it makes sense why you feel this way".
The other reason for this is that depression, like any illness, wants to live. It will do whatever it can to survive. Depression lies to you and tells you that you're a burden, that nobody actually cares and that reaching out will only make things worse. It's not avoidance. It's the illness doing exactly what it's designed to do. Live. Make you isolated.
And he actually is right about being a burden because he still hasn't reimbursed me for my petrol. Umuntu feeling suicidal nge mampara week knowing he lives in another province 😭 Ngiyayifuna imali yam ye Petrol na ma Tollgate 😭😭😭
I love being a ray of sunshine. I don’t want to be in anybody’s life making it harder. If I ever am, cut me off. I’d rather be remembered for bringing peace, kindness, and good energy than for adding weight to someone’s shoulders.
A year or two ago the quotes would be filled with women posting their plates auditioning and now it’s filled with them calling y’all lazy and useless. Nature is healing 🙂↕️
🎉50 Years of Excellence! The Bank of Botswana unveils a new P50 note featuring Olympic medalist Letsile Tebogo, celebrating both its Golden Jubilee and a national icon! 🇧🇼🥇
Men who belittle, disrespect and undermine women online are not joking. It’s not just Twitter banter. That is who they really are and if you go ahead and give them a chance, they will ✨show✨ you.
I once helped a neighbour with a child like this. They were beating her, instead I introduced her to a different lifestyle, since I thought it's the way she thinks about life, she is influenced. I started giving her fun tasks and introducing a lifestyle to her.
For example...
He died because he was saving his little sister from getting RAPED!!
He DIED because he was saving his little sister from getting RAPED!!!
They put a gun on his head because he was defending his own!!! 💔💔💔
And yes, it is Zimbabwean men in our country.
#JusticeForLavekoKhosa
My heart bleeds 💔💔💔 Amahle is still not found. Since April 2019 it's getting cold out there and the child is still missing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔 Please help us Find Amahle
Joshlin Smith
On behalf of the South African government and its people I congratulate cyclists Gauta Mahlakoane, Maxwell Ndou and Karabo Mokoo for safely completing a first and unique historic tour from their hometown of Burgersfort, Limpopo Province to Cape Town, Western Cape Province, on an arduous adventure of 13 days and 1741 km of pedaling on their BMX bicycles.
Your ambition to succeed against all odds has captivated the nation and this feat of human endurance has awoken the possibilities of what one will achieve when setting their sights to greatness. As a peloton you triumphed over adversity and the journey from Burgersfort to Cape Town fueled our Ubuntu human connection that defines South Africa.
In the spirit of solidarity, the people of South Africa not only cheered the team on when pacing past their communities, they also responded to your needs by raising awareness about BMX Gauta Team club and your advocacy for young people to stay off alcohol, drugs and gangsterism.
South Africa admires and values the youthful exuberant self-starting initiative you espoused that has inspired this and many generations to come.