I'm not sure if this is the right place for this - but I needed to write something.
I lost a friend to depression yesterday. This guy was the most friendly, humane, enigmatic and caring bloke I knew. No one was a bad bloke to him. Everyone was a good bloke. It didn't matter how many times he'd decked someone behind play - my friend always thought he was a good bloke.
If your dog died and he was within a hundred kilometres - he'd find a way to somehow take the blame. He cared for people that deeply.
I spent many hours in the car with my friend - travelling to football training and games.
You get to know someone pretty well when you're cooped up in the car and you run out of bullshit to talk about. At some point you have to talk about REAL things. I knew the man had issues and I knew that he couldn't quite tell me all about them. He provided hints that anyone with a perception of humanity would pick up.
He was a bloke who didn't care what people thought about him - because he thought everyone liked him. He couldn't believe that some teams disliked our club, because he thought we were all such good blokes.
I just wish that in all of his talking, he could've chosen one of us to talk to about his problems. Just one of us could've punched a hole through the tunnel he found himself in. I say all this - and know nothing would have changed.
The last time I saw my mate - he was smiling and telling me how good I looked. This is the mate that I'll remember.
This post is not seeking sympathy for my mate, my friends, his family or myself, but for all those who find themselves in a similar situation.
Mental health issues are so prevalent in our society and sometimes we sweep them under the carpet and try to ignore them.
If you know someone who's depressed take care of them - don't shun them. Sometimes in this society we don't like to show or recognise weakness. It's important in this case we do.
If you are depressed, visit the website in my signature below. There are people who can help.
RIP PW.