10 fotos que mostram que a depressão não tem rosto

Você saberia descrever o rosto de uma pessoa com depressão? De uma pessoa que nutre pensamentos suicidas? Você não vai acreditar quando vir essas fotos!

Erika Strassburger

A primeira imagem que provavelmente vem à sua mente quando pensa em alguém com depressão nutrindo pensamentos suicidas é de uma pessoa chorando, ou um rosto melancólico, ou alguém de cabeça baixa, sentada em um canto da casa. O que você não sabe, entretanto, é que qualquer rosto pode esconder essa doença.

Dez pessoas postaram fotos de si mesmas ou de pessoas próximas, com depoimentos tocantes, para provar que a depressão simplesmente não tem rosto. Veja só:

1. “Essa foto foi tirada durante minha depressão. Ninguém teria pensado que havia algo de errado comigo se eu não tivesse dito.”

У депрессии нет лица. — У меня уже был готов пост на сегодня. Но я увидела статью о флешмобе «у депрессии нет лица». Он набрал популярность после того, как жена Честера Беннингтона выставила видео, где он дурачится и смеётся за несколько часов до самоубийства. Суть в том, что вы можете не знать о тяжелом заболевании человека, так как он просто его скрывает и улыбается перед всеми. — Это фото сделано в период моей депрессии. Никто бы и не подумал, что со мной что-то не так, если бы я не сказала. Да, близкие и подруги замечали странности в моем поведении. Но я могла найти миллион отговорок. Признаться в том, что у меня депрессия было очень тяжело. Да что там, мне и сейчас сложно писать о своём состоянии! — Я хочу поддержать этот флешмоб. И сказать вам: Те, у кого депрессия или другие психические заболевания, не молчите! Дайте близким возможность помочь вам! Остальные — будьте внимательны к своим близким и, если замечаете странности в их поведении, постарайтесь аккуратно выяснить, что именно происходит. А также очень прошу, те , у кого не стоит диагноз «депрессия», не обесценивайте заболевание! Не говорите «у меня депрессия», если вам просто стало грустно. Вообще лучше не говорите этого, пока врач не подтвердит ваши домыслы. Можете сказать близким «мне КАЖЕТСЯ у меня депрессия, необходимо сходить к врачу и узнать точный диагноз». Возможно тогда люди перестанут относится к этому серьезному заболеванию, как к обычному плохому настроению. #удепрессиинетлица #убиполяркинетлица #faceofdepression #faceofbipolar

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2. “Ontem eu estava tão feliz. Então, esta noite, no chuveiro, tive um ataque de pânico e me mutilei.”

#faceofdepression . It's sad how little people have posted this. We need to bring awareness. Just YESTERDAY I was so fucking happy. Then tonight, in the shower, I had a panic attack and I self harmed. I haven't done that for years. But that's the thing about recovery- you have to choose it every single fucking day. You don't just wake up one day and you're completely cured of mental illness. It doesn't work that way. It is a chemical imbalance in the brain which lasts for a lifetime. There is so much stigma and misperception of what depression is "supposed to look like". But here's the thing. It doesn't look like any one thing. It looks like everything- and nothing. Depression builds up walls. It keeps you hostage, even from the ones you love, even when they don't know it. Depression creeps up even as you're putting your children to bed. Even as you're significant other is in the other room and they have no idea what's going on with you. I've even had it happen mid laugh. I'll be laughing at a joke someone made and then all of a sudden it creep up. Slowly at first, but the second your recognize it, it hits you like a ton of bricks. Anything can trigger it. Sometimes you won't even know all your triggers until they happen for the first time. Depression is a monster that begs to be unleashed. It rattles your cage. It takes your breath away. It keeps you awake at night with thoughts only of it. It's selfish. It longs to be loved by it's keepers. When people catch a glimpse of it, all they ask is why. "Why would you do that to yourself? But you have x, y, z going for you." But nothing matters. Not when depression rears its ugly head. The truth is, I don't know why. All I know is I am a prisoner of my own mind. Even on the days I look happy. We were taught to not discuss our problems. To sit quietly and look pretty. To put a smile on our face and just endure. But lately, with everything happening in this world, I think we desperately need people to speak up. We need to be the voices for those who never got to say a word. We need to join together and show people that we are here, this is real, and it happens every day- whether you see it or not. #spreadlove #mytruth

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3. “Tento não publicar muitas coisas pessoais, mas a depressão é um assunto que precisa ser debatido (…). Eu luto todos os dias, e é cansativo.”

4. “Este bom homem, um amigo íntimo meu, tomou a decisão de acabar com sua vida há 8 anos. [Certo dia, saímos juntos e estávamos nos divertindo] e na volta para casa, Andrey passou no supermercado, comprou um bolo, colocou-o na geladeira e enforcou-se. Não havia sinal que alguém pudesse perceber.”

September has ended. For those who don’t know September is Suicide Prevention Month. This good man, a close friend of mine, made a decision to end his life 8 years ago. We were having beers and chatting at a pub 2 weeks prior. I couldn’t tell there was a case. On the day he was having a bike ride with a friend. When they said goodbye, Andrey dropped by a supermarket on his way home, bought a cake, came back home, put the cake into the fridge and hanged himself. There was not a clue anyone saw. Neither did I. What does a depressed person look like? What does someone with suicidal thoughts look like? Depression has no face. It’s an enemy you can’t see or smell. Don’t take everything at “face” value. If you think or know someone is struggling, ask the hard question before it’s too late. Stay safe. #faceofdepression #depression #suicide #suicideprevention #september #rip

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5. “[À esquerda] deprimida. [À direita] também deprimida”

#faceofdepression

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6. “Dias antes de meu marido tirar a própria vida. Os pensamentos suicidas estavam lá, mas você não poderia dizer.”

Septiembre es el mes nacional (España) de la prevención del suicidio, y durante las últimas semanas, instagram se ha llenado de historias de supervivencia. . La etiqueta #faceofdepression añade profundidad a las conversaciones que allí se dan, y sencillamente no se pueden ignorar. . ?¿Qué aspecto tiene una persona con depresión? ¿Cómo es una persona que piensa en suicidarse? Muchos de nosotros nos imaginamos a una persona que llora hecha un ovillo en el suelo del cuarto de baño. . ☝ La realidad que #faceofdepression trata de explicar, es que la gente que sufre este tipo de enfermedades mentales a menudo lo oculta en su vida diaria, y tienen el mismo aspecto que cualquier otro que pasa por la calle. . ?Una de las contribuciones más conmovedoras a esta campaña fue un vídeo que compartió recientemente Talinda Bentley, viuda del cantante de Linkin Park, Chester Bennington, en el que aparece riendo y sonriendo 36 horas antes de su trágico suicidio. . ⚠No todo se puede ver en la "cara". Si crees o sabes que alguien está luchando contra la depresión, habla y pregunta antes de que sea demasiado tarde⚠ Artículo: http://www.boredpanda.es/rostros-depresion/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=BPFacebook

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7. Foto tirada 7 horas antes de uma tentativa de suicídio

8. “Este é o meu namorado uma semana antes de se matar. Nunca vou entender.”

9. “Você nunca saberia olhando para mim, mas eu estava tendo pensamentos suicidas no momento desta foto. Eu não queria nada além de estar em paz comigo mesmo e simplesmente desaparecer. Meus filhos me fazem feliz, mas com uma doença mental, essas coisas não importam. É irrelevante. A escuridão cobre todos os motivos que você acha que tem para viver.”

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It is #suicideprevention month. This is my #faceofdepression. I have battled #depression for the last 20+years. You'd never know by looking at me but I was having suicidal thoughts hourly at the time of this picture. I wanted nothing more than to be at peace with myself and just disappear. My kids make me happy as hell but with a #mentalillness those things don't matter. It is irrelevant. The darkness covers up all the reasons you think you have for living. It's not a choice. #suicide can be prevented and depression doesn't need to control your life. It takes persistence and patience but it is possible. Through therapy, medication, intensive hospital care and peer support I am able to look back on this picture and view it as a victory that I was able to overcome my depression and be living in recovery. It is my hope that we start to understand that it affects all people, races, ages, genders, income brackets etc. Depression doesn't have a look. #stopthestigma #survive

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10. “Sofro de depressão e ainda sorrio, viajo, brinco com meu filho, saio com meus amigos e cuido da minha família quando posso. Eu sei quais são as minhas opções e escolho essas: esperança, abraçar os bons momentos, mesmo quando eles são poucos e distantes, continuar a lutar mesmo quando não quero, mesmo quando estou exausta”.

-Upper left: 16 years old. Yearbook editor. 3.8 gpa. Mere months away from my first antidepressant prescription. – Upper right: 19 years old. Having amazing adventures with my best friends. Dating a guy I was incredibly in love with. Started seeing my first therapist. – Lower left: 26 years old. Smiling at the Getty villa in designer clothing 4 weeks postpartum. Perfect birth. Perfect baby that I'm in love with. A husband with 8 weeks of paternity leave. 3 weeks after sitting in a hospital gown screaming uncontrollably waiting for social workers, psychiatrists, and my ob to diagnose me with not one but 3 postpartum onset mood disorders (but thankfully not psychosis) while my husband took care of our 5 day old baby. – Lower right: 29 years old. On a train ride through a plantation in Kauai one day after depression pushed me into an hours long crying fit and total despair… Even though I had spent the 2 weeks prior island hopping, horseback riding, and exploring beautiful rainforests and beaches, basically living the dream. For 17 years, I've heard "you don't look depressed" and "what do you have to be depressed about" and "well you seemed fine yesterday, earlier, last night, a second ago." For years I've been called lazy when I sleep for 16 hours straight while people around me willfully ignore that it's the behavior that bookends my major depressive episodes. This is my #faceofdepression My depression never leaves. Sometimes it's quiet and forgettable like the tiny ache in my right wrist that hasn't gone away from a now 7 year old yoga injury. Other times it is overwhelming and clamorous and infiltrates every second of my day and every breath that I breathe. So yes, I suffer from depression & I still smile & travel & play with my kid & hang out with my friends & take care of my family when I can. I know what my options are and I choose this one: hope, embracing the good moments even when they're few and far between, continuing to fight even when I don't want to, even when I'm exhausted, even when I can't see the point. Forever. Always. I hope you'll continue to fight too. You're not alone. Help is out there.1-800-273-8255 chat info ⬇

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Qualquer rosto aparentemente feliz que você vir nas ruas ou nas redes sociais pode esconder essa doença terrível com todos os fantasmas que a acompanham. Fique atento à sua volta, alguém pode estar precisando de ajuda.

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Erika Strassburger

Erika Strassburger nasceu em Goiás, mas foi criada no Rio Grande do Sul. Tem bacharelado em Administração de Empresas, trabalha home office para uma empresa gaúcha. Nas horas vagas, faz um trabalho freelance para uma empresa americana. É cristã SUD e mãe de três lindos rapazes, o mais velho com Síndrome de Down.