The Curse of Depression

I have always wondered why young people in the very prime of their life commit suicide sometimes for no apparent reason. The impulse to do so is often shrouded in mystery since the cause is normally attributed to depression. Sufferers of that lethal state of mind are not necessarily people of lower intelligence or suffering from want but mostly those in doubt with a comfortable lifestyle and a loving family. The suicide rate among the rich is relatively higher than those of the poor for the simple reason that the latter group aspires to be rich one day and hope to enjoy the life that wealth is capable of providing.

Doctors and psychologists have failed so far to pinpoint the roots of depression and what triggers it, when the symptoms vary dramatically from one person to another. There is no apparent consistency which baffles the medical profession as well as the most learned of us.

When I read my daily papers and I am sometimes confronted by a picture of a beautiful young lady with a ravishing smile and a joie de vivre that shines so brightly, to be told that she committed suicide, my heart misses a beat for the loss of a gorgeous creature that to me represents the epitome of a living miracle that defies man’s comprehension.

Shruti Barat, 22, a student wrote on her wrist, ‘Take my organs,’ before committing suicide using a deadly dose of cocaine, an inquest heard. She had apparently suffered from depression despite appearing outwardly (as her picture showed) happy and posted a message on Facebook before taking her life.

She uploaded a picture of herself with a farewell note asking her followers whether they would remember her if she died, the inquest heard.


Miss Barat’s body was found by her brother, Satchet 17, on the floor of her bedroom at their detached home in Maidstone, Kent. He noticed the message written on her wrist. Patricia Harding, the Mid Kent coroner, was told that Miss Barat, who was originally from Hong Kong, was not in the habit of taking drugs. She was a former pupil at Invicta Girls Grammar School in Maidstone and had been studying geography at a university in London. She had however visited the University’s psychological services. Dr David Rouse, a pathologist, told the inquest in Maidstone that she died from a fatal dosage of cocaine and that tests also revealed a small amount of alcohol in her blood.


What a wasted life. Even those who are terminally ill, despite their loss of hope, still manage in one form or another to enjoy the occasional serenity that engulf their last dying breath and serenade the few living days ahead before the expiry of their life on earth. And yet a beautiful young lady terminates the privilege of being alive and extinguishes the flame of a youthful existence that promised so much. What a potty world we inhabit.

One response to “The Curse of Depression

  1. Depressives are normally consummate actors – outwardly there is little to show what they are suffering inside. Having had experience with someone very close to me attempting to take their lives, I would recommend to everyone that they look up depression on the net. There ARE very often (but not always of course) some tell tale signs – it would certainly have clanged warning bells to me had I known earlier what I was looking for – but of course, as with all problems with emotions and psychology nothing will stop someone determined that they are no longer of use to this life. The road back from the depths of the abyss are long, slow and painful. All one can do it lower a ladder into the pit and encourage a loved one to climb out – each rung takes huge courage and I am full of admiration for anyone who actually makes the journey successfully.