Neil Hilborn delivered a beautiful and moving spoken-word lyric called “Joey” about depression, suicide, and what it takes to get help.
At the heart of it? How being able to afford assist can make all the difference for a person who is depressed .
That difference, of course, can be life or death. It’s a vital message, especially because depression affects so many of us. Over 15 million American adults suffered a major depressive episode in 2013.
If you have a few minutes to watch the video, scroll down. It’s worth your time because Hilborn is such a moving performer.
H ere are the highlights :
In his lyric, Neil talks about his childhood and his good friend Joey. Both he and Joey had suicidal thoughts when they were younger.
“Joey always told me, giggling as though it were actually a gag, that he wanted to kill himself, but it was never the best time. There were always groceries to be bought and little brothers to be tucked in.
Don’t worry. Joey isn’t going to kill himself twenty more seconds into this poem. That’s not the various kinds of narrative I’m telling here.”
Neil recalls the time Joey told him he was depressed and how he had responded callously but so usually for a adolescent in a society where we’re conditioned to tell people who are depressed to “get over it.”
Neil fought with depression, too. But unlike Joey’s family, Neil’s had the financial means to get him help.
“There’s one discrepancies between me and Joey. When we got arrested, bail fund was waiting for me at the station, ” says Neil. “When I was hungry, I ate.”
He continues, speaking more quickly, gasping for breath between lines:
“When I wanted to open myself up and see if there really were bees rattling around in there, my parents got me a therapist. I can pinpoint the session that brought me back to the world. That conference cost $75. $ 75 dollars is two weeks of groceries. It’s a month of bus fare. It’s not even a school year’s worth of new shoes.
It took weeks of $75 to get to the one that saved my life.”
Neil finishes his poem: “I’m so lucky that right now, I’m not describing Joey’s funeral. I’m so lucky we all lived through who we were to become who we are. I’m so lucky. I’m so lucky.”
None of us should have to rely on luck. We should be able to talk openly about depression and mental illness and more importantly have services available to us, regardless of whether we can afford them.
If you’re in a position to donate money to supporting mental health services and would like to help, CNN has an article listing some worthwhile organizations.
$75 shouldn’t be the difference between life and death.
If you’re in crisis or having suicidal guess, please reach out for help. You can call The National Suicide Prevention Hotline at (8 00) 273 -TALK (8 255 ). You can also visit the website for an online chat alternative . Here’s the moving spoken-word poem, and there’s a full transcript below merely reached the “View transcript” link below the video .
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