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It’s New Year’s Eve, well New Year’s day now as I’m writing this post.
We’re driving back to Sydney from Gosford.
We spot this Nissan on the freeway.
There is a Cars For Hope sticker on the side window.
We don’t know whose car it is or how the sticker got there.
But we know what that sticker means.
It means that millions of people struggle with depression.
It means that there are even more supporters, friends and family of those suffering from depression are also struggling.
It means that what we do with our pain – how we respond to it – matters. Perhaps it is one of the biggest questions we get to answer in this life.
It is still a misunderstood mental illness.
Love and depression are very similar. They can both be turned into awful clichés and so we reject them for their commonness, their fallacy. They are paraded like teenage girl ideals and nothing more. Yet when it truly happens to you, it feels so personal, like it has never happened to anyone else before. Like no one, even someone experiencing the same thing, will ever understand the way you feel at this very moment.
And we know this because we are, in fact, real life, people, human beings.
Deep down we know that you can snap out of being unhappy or a bit down, but you, cannot, snap out of an illness.
We know that nobody wants to be sick and unable to function or enjoy life.
But it is our absolute pleasure and honour to say that hope is real and that recovery is possible.
We have heard stories from all over the world.
From all ages, genders and races.
We have heard from people helping people.
We have heard from those who were once confused with what depression actually is.
We have heard from people taking the brave steps towards help and healing.
We have heard from people sitting across from their doctor or counsellor for the first time,
And we will continue to hear from people pursuing stability and full recovery.
This is what that sticker means.
Happy new year everybody.
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