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The lies that depression tells can exist only in isolation

To The Daily Sun,

Mr. Charles Wibel of Wolfeboro recently suggested that my political "rantings" seemed to indicate that I was on the verge of some form of collapse — possibly suicide. His letter hit me hard, not simply because of the ludicrousness of it, but because of my brother Tom's death back at the end of January. Tom suffered from depression and he committed suicide. My funny, sarcastic, generous, successful, helpful, and loving older brother couldn't see any of that in himself ... and it killed him. His depression created an impenetrable fortress that blocked the light, and prevented the love of his friends, his family, and any sense of comfort and confidence from reaching him.

My devastation and terror upon learning his fate that Friday morning was nothing compared to the absolute isolation that depression must have imposed on Tom. And while I have tried my best to respect his privacy — even in death — I have to tell the truth.

Depression lied to my brother, and told him that he was worthless. A burden. Unlovable. Undeserving of life. I imagine these lies were like a kind of permanent white noise in his life — a running narration of how unworthy he was. After years of the lies and the torment, my brother believed that his depression told him the truth. He'd tried killing himself two years earlier, and I was grateful that he reached out to me then. He sought help. I thought he was better. But he wasn't. He was simply hiding his embarrassment at having failed at even suicide. And internally — in the darkness of his thoughts — he fell apart, and shattered into a million pieces that he managed to keep secret because no one was looking. He was so wrong. Depression lied, but I will tell the truth.

Here is the truth: My brother was amazing. He exuded life and made my life millions of times better just by existing. Tom was a good friend. I hear that he was a good boss, and a great co-worker. I read his work reviews, and his bosses depended on him. I know that any time I needed help, any time I was struggling, any time my work overwhelmed me, Tom was there. Any time I had a good day, I'd share it with him. He was my role model. He was my idea of a true adventurer and I always wished I'd been able to hike or climb or sail with him. Tom and I had a relationship the likes of which I'll never have again. But his depression stole decades of our lives together. Depression lied, but I have to tell the truth.

My brother's depression fed on his desire to keep his life secret and hidden from everyone. I could not save my brother. God knows I tried. I don't think anyone could have. I could not reach my brother through his secrecy and his depression. Tom slipped from my grasp and I cannot bring him back. I can only urge others to distrust the devastating voice of depression. I can plead for people to seek help and treatment. I can talk about depression and invite others to the conversation. I can tell everyone that will listen that depression lies. I still have to tell the truth.

The lies of depression can exist only in isolation. Brought out into the open, lies are revealed for what they are. Those lies are the stories that depression makes up in your head about everything you do. Everything you ever thought you failed at. Even at those things you succeeded at. It will do its damnedest to devalue who you are for yourself and for the world.

Here is the truth: You all have value. You all have worth. You all are loved. Trust the voices of those who love you. Trust the enormous chorus of voices that say only one thing: You matter. Depression is a liar, but we must ALL tell the truth.

My initial letter was not published by The Sun, perhaps due to the sensitive nature of the topic. But if we don't talk about it, if we joke about it, if we let it lie hidden, if we sweep it under the rug, then more families will suffer and more siblings will lose someone important. I hope that The Sun will publish this letter and allow it to serve as more of a public service announcement at a time of year where this sort of thing is far more prevalent.

Alan Vervaeke

Gilford

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How sad that Trump puts evil sub-humans in the White House

To The Daily Sun,

Donald Trump gets angry with Alec Baldwin and "Saturday Night Live" for satirizing him, yet he remains silent when the KKK, white supremacists, racists, neo-Nazis and other assorted hate groups commit acts of hatred and violence in his name. They feel that he is their candidate and this is their time to finally slither out from under their slimy rocks. Why has he not denounced their agendas?

Instead separating himself from these evil sub-humans he will actually put one in the White House as one of his advisers. How sad for our country.

Peggy Polo
Center Harbor

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