"Nineteen years and my entire life fits into just eight boxes. Who would have thought?" On Depression and Miscommunication.

 

Lately, my friend has been in a slump.
He's been depressed and even attempted to commit suicide a while back, while I was away.
Over the passed few months, I'd been ignoring all the warning signs and dismissing them.

To be honest, I didn't view it as anything too serious until we received a call from the hospital. I didn't listen to anything he'd been telling me and I ignored all the telltale signs that reared their head. Maybe because I was being selfish, or maybe it's because I have too much on my plate to worry about other people and their problems (I surely have enough of my own), but regardless I'm a little inept at communicating (or expressing any form of emotion as a whole).
 
I've been feeling guilty lately, wondering if there was something I could have done. If I'd listened better, or payed more attention to him, or just looked harder at the how he'd been trying to communicate his feelings with me (both physically/verbally and non-verbally, based off his depressed behavior); was there anything I could have changed? Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference at all, but still, there's a chance it could have.
 
He's alright now and has moved much closer to us (and far, far away from the source of his depression), but still there's times I worry about him. Times I wonder. Could better communication have affected the outcome?

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