I once had a dream of becoming a graduate at a very tender age. At Senior secondary school 3 (S S 3), I had calculated when I would graduate and I felt really proud, knowing I would still be very young.
Every child has a dream of becoming something big. Ask any child what he or she wants to be when they grow up, and you’ll hear beautiful answers like medical doctor, lawyer, engineer and so on… These were the carriers we chose as we were growing. Little did we know, that life has its own package in stock for us.
But what happens to those dreams when they are broken by family violence, drugs, parental death, imprisonment, gang violence, neglect, and abuse?
As we grow, we face different challenges that left us with no choice than to dance to the beat of songs the real world has composed for us. We face reality and leave our world of fantasies. Some achieved theirs on a platter of gold while some strive towards achieving something little, but still couldn’t.
Some found grace, connections built some, while some were born with silver spoon, some weren’t even born with hand, talk less of being born with a plastic spoon.
Going back through those years when I thought life was perfect, when we as children actually felt our parent could give us all. Some parent still falls within this category, some would risk anything for their children while some wouldn't even care if they existed or not. You won't understand if you were never a victim or if you never had encounter with a victim.
Reasons for depression;
I wouldn’t blame the depressed set of teenagers and youth we see everywhere nowadays. You think it’s their wish to be depressed? Do you think opting for suicide was a very happy choice for them?
Oh! Only if you know how painful it is to them, what they keep to themselves. Some unforgettable pains caused by the very ones who were dear to them or meant to protect them. It could be friends, father, step father, mother, step mother, uncles, aunts or even life in particular.
They feel neglected because nobody is there for them. No one to console them and tell them all will be well.
You see beautiful pictures showing perfect lifestyles of some, especially on social medias and you’re wowed at how perfect and flawless their life is. Have you ever heard ” the rich also cry”? Exactly! Beautiful pictures and a perfect make believe way of life doesn’t mean everything is also alright with them.
I feel happy seeing children grow, feeling free around people they love as innocent as they’re. But then, I can’t help but get scared of what life actually has to offer them as they grow, from peer pressure till the greatest of it which some might not be able to scale through.
What can we do? Sighs!