Today I feel like blogging about something very different. I feel like going off topic. I feel like confessing something that I did not realize was eating my life-like an incurable virus. I feel like I have lived a lie for the greater part of my life. No one ever noticed that there was something wrong with me. Most people know me as the ‘happiest man in the world’ and that is because I am always smiling. I also happen to be someone who talks fast and dominates conversations with others. For that reason I have managed for several years to cover up my affliction that was eating me like maggots on a carcass. I did not know that all that glitters on me was not coming from within. I do not know how I developed this out happy go personality when inside I am a Pandora’s box. I am the kind of person talking about my accomplishments, gifts, talents, privileges and comforts most of the time. In my profession I have pulled out people experiencing wide range of mental health problems. It never occurred to me that I could be carrying mental health problem. No need for clinical diagnosis. However, there is something that made me wake up and realize that I have a serious problem that I have either hidden or masked because of my happy go personality.
I know someone reading this blog may relate to my experience. Someone may self-identify with my experiences and wake up from their slumber like I did. Friends let me be honest and clean. I know I have depression. One day my partner was sharing a fun joke with me. I failed to put up a genuine smile. I could not smile or laugh. I felt empty. I did not pick the humour. Then another day a friend of mine was sharing a fun vacation experience. Again, I was dry. I did not see the fun. I did not laugh. I know I faked interest. My laughter and smile were both forced. Then I thought of the activities that I do with my kids. I seem so keen and interested in their games. However, I realized my mind was not involved. I felt empty inside. The compliments I gave my kids were all fake. I was not feeling genuine warmth and interest inside me. I felt lost inside. I felt a disconnect inside. I felt like being alone all the time. But I never expressed or showed it. I felt like remaining in the house and not doing anything productive. My going to work was forced. My family activities and outdoor events were forced. Then one day I took genuine stock of my feelings. I asked myself ‘Am I the happiest man in the world?’. I know people familiar with me would think the personality they know is truly the happiest in the world. The answer was a BIG NO. Upon reflection I realized that for the past 21 years of my life I have never been genuinely happy or satisfied with anything. I lost interest in life two decades ago. I have not known true happiness for more than two decades. I had faked a positive demeanour at college, home, work and other areas of life where I was actively involved with others. It was difficult for me to believe that I had lived 21 years of deception. I was surprised that when you lose interest in life, there is no sounding bells to announce that development. It is an invisible dark hand that creeps into your heart and mind. Before you know it you have lost your happiness. Depression is a silent operator that replaces all the right signals with defective signals. I will end here today but I shall continue sharing my struggles with depression although people who know me think that I am ‘the happiest man in the world’.