O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
Someday we'll get it together and we'll get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter
Someday we'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday when the world is much lighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
Someday we'll get it together and we'll get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter
Someday we'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday when the world is much lighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
Someday we'll get it together and we'll get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter
Someday we'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday when the world is much lighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things 'll get brighter
Right now right now
When my dad died, I listened to this frequently - for months. In passing of the late Robin Williams, I'm moved by the acknowledgment and warm compassion for those who struggle with depression. It's taken me back to these lyrics.
It's a silent war. You feel like no one understands - that no one feels the tightness you experience in your chest; the weight pulling you down; the thoughts piercing and pulsing through your mind. The kind that keep you in the darkness, making everything around you different variations of dull and gray.
We feel separate from each other. Expressing ourselves [communicating] individually takes courage and bravery. It's a scary leap into the not knowing - and some see it as a plummet to their demise. So they glue themselves to the ledge; sensing, but not committing to the fall -- to the faith, that everything will be okay.
It's time we take this opportunity to speak up. [social] Media has become a poison, sickening society into believing that we're all white teeth and cocktails at brunch.
Robin Williams was a wonderful man who seemed to have absolutely everything. Outwardly, he was successful - he was laughing. But his chest was tight. The weight was too much.
Sometimes the ones who laugh the hardest hurt the most. Sometimes the one who gives, needs given to. And more times than not, the one who reaches out for your hand is the one who needs reached for and held.
What I'm encouraging is patience, respect, truth, and understanding. I'm asking you, as someone connected to me, to find [patience] in those displaying ignorance. To [respect] all things no matter the circumstance. To be [truthful] with yourself and others regarding thoughts and emotions. To [understand] that what one says or does has nothing to do with you, but everything to do with their inner turmoil -- to not take anything personal.
Depression comes in all forms and levels, but equal is the love that we should give to all no matter what. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Openness is what will help heal the wounded. Openness will cultivate positivity. Be open with how you feel. Be open to let others express how they feel. Be open to the light.
"Someday we'll get it together and we'll get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter"
Please follow the link to the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention Understanding Suicide
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