Aku dan Senja

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Ada sesuatu yang selalu mengusikku saat bertatapan langsung dengan senja. Aku dan senja, seperti dua orang yang saling menginginkan, merindukan, tapi tidak akur bila bertemu. Bisa dikatakan, senja denganku memiliki love and hate relationship.

Sebenarnya aku punya kisah cinta juga nih. Mungkin suatu waktu bisa dibuat cerpen. Siapa tahu laku, terus jadi pilem. Judulnya AADS: Ada Apa Dengan Senja?

No? Kurang kreatif? Ya udah, batal.

Tapi entah mengapa, melihat nuansa di sekeliling menjadi kuning kejingga-jinggaan seperti suasana di sekelilingku sekarang ini…sangat menoreh hati. Bagiku, warna kuning itu memberi kesan sudah waktunya untuk melepas beban, lelah, untuk masuk ke kandang, mundur, meringkuk. Warna itu menandai waktuku untuk menunggu, dan akhirnya, semuanya akan reda juga, selesai.

Senja adalah saatnya untuk hati berkuasa.

Saat senja, aku merasakan keinginan untuk menarik diri yang sepertinya sedang berkonflik dengan keinginan lain, yaitu keinginan untuk hari terus berlanjut, belum waktunya usai. Dalam genggaman tangganku, kupegang erat semua kesibukan, kegembiraan, keberadaan, kebersamaan yang terjadi hari itu. Belum sudi kulepaskan kenangan hari itu. Belum ikhlas, sehingga akhirnya semua kenangan itu hanya menggigit tanganku, merambat ke seluruh badan. Saat sampai di hati, sudah terlanjur, tidak bisa kubalikkan kembali. Maka perasaanpun akhirnya menguasai, mengambil alih kendali dari pemikiran yang kupakai seharian. Senja adalah saatnya untuk hati berkuasa.

Senja memang berbeda dengan pagi hari. Cakrawala yang berubah dari gelap ke terang saat fajar, memberi kesan bersemangat untuk memulai sesuatu yang baru. Fajar memberi harapan, walaupun sebenarnya fajar kadang hanya bermain dengan harapan kita itu. Warna fajar juga berbeda dengan senja. Yang pasti, bukan kuning yang kurasakan saat fajar, tapi bukan hitam pula. Gelap saat sebelum mentari menunjukkan diri itu berbeda dengan gelapnya malam yang digotong senja. Aku melihat warna biru saat fajar, yang kemudian berangsur-angsur menjadi semakin pudar karena bercampur putih dengan berjalannya waktu. Kesan biru yang cerah itu, dengan membayangkannya saja, sudah mampu merekah senyum di wajah. Indah nian memang.

Sore tidak merekahkan senyum bagiku; kebalikannya, mengusir pergi. Hal ini sudah kurasakan sejak kecil. Setiap mengingat bagaimana kuhabiskan sebagian besar masa kecilku di sore hari, perasaan yang sama sudah melekat sejak saat itu ternyata. Sore bagi masa kecilku identik dengan selalu berada di rumah, berpisah dari teman-teman sekolah, menjalani rutinitas di rumah. Suatu catatan kaki unik dalam kisah cintaku dengan senja, senja adalah waktu untukku kembali berkutat dengan kesendirian. Masa kecilku di rumah lebih sering kuhabiskan berjalan sendirian di dalam isi kepalaku, walaupun ada orang-orang lain yang tinggal di sekelilingku.

Skenario demi skenario kususun dengan rapi. Selalu sebuah drama, dengan aku salah satu pemainnya tentu saja. Tokoh-tokoh yang lain, yah apa adanya. Biasanya dari film-film cerita silat yang kucandui saat itu. Kuingat ada sebuah cermin besar di kamarku yang menjadi saksi bisu atas semua peran yang sudah pernah kumainkan. Aku yang bertalenta ganda (hanya untuk saat itu), berfungsi sebagai sutradara, aktor, dan juga juru rias dan busana.

Tak satupun dari keluargaku yang tahu dengan caraku menyibukkan diri. Tidak ada orang lain selama masa kecilku yang bisa kubagikan isi kepalaku. Bagaimana bisa, saat terbangun dari tidur siang, rumah lebih sering kutemukan dalam keadaan sunyi yang sangat menyengit (#katamemori). Semua sedang beristirahat di kamar masing-masing, sibuk dengan keinginan atau kebutuhan masing-masing.

Kesunyianlah yang lebih sering menyapaku di sore hari.

Kesunyianlah yang lebih sering menyapaku di sore hari. Aku ingat sangat benci dengan perasaan itu. Sungguh tidak menyenangkan. Anehnya, waktu kecil, tak pernah kukaitkan kesunyian itu dengan kesedihan. Baru ketika aku masuk di masa dewasa, perlahan-lahan kumaknai sunyi dan sendiri itu sebagai sebuah sinonim dari kesedihan yang berbentuk kesepian.

Dan sekarang, kuning telah berganti hitam kelam di luar sana, dan sunyipun bertambah seru dalam gigitannya, menusuk. Lengkingan suara serangga malam makin keras terdengar, saling bersahutan. Malah mereka yang bebas berteriak, berpesta, karena malam adalah waktu untuk mereka berpentas. Senja mungkin adalah seorang sahabat bagi mereka, karena senja menandakan sudah hampir tiba waktu untuk keluar dari persembunyian, bermain, dan bebas lepas. Kadang aku cemburu dengan serangga-serangga itu. Kenapa aku tidak bisa seperti mereka? Menyambut sore dengan tangan terbuka, dengan senyum merekah di wajah, sama seperti kita manusia menerima kedatangan fajar. Kenapa aku harus menyambut senja dengan hati tertusuk?

Tapi aku juga mencintai senja. Walaupun kedatangannya membawa perih, senja membawa suatu ketenangan. Senja datang dengan kepastian dalam langkahnya. Terlihat kesungguhan dan ketegasan. Bila waktunya gelap, maka gelap akan datang — senja tak pernah gagal mengenai itu. Senja pasti akan membawa gelap. Sebagai perbandingan, fajar belum tentu akan membawa terang sesuai yang kita inginkan. Bukan senja namanya kalau kegelapan tidak membayangi langkahnya dari belakang. Tak apa, aku bisa menerima itu, karena itu adalah suatu bentuk kepastian, bukan hanya janji palsu. Dalam hidup, suatu hal yang sudah pasti adalah kegelapan, bukan ke-terang-an. Gelap pasti akan datang, suatu waktu, di bagian akhir. Dengan sendu dan perih itu, paling tidak aku tahu bahwa aku masih hidup, masih bisa merasakan. Dengan kegelapan itu, paling tidak aku tahu bahwa aku bisa berhenti sejenak, istirahat. Ada kenikmatan saat meringkuk di kegelapan.

Dan satu hal lagi yang membuatku mau menerima senja. Aku tahu, malam yang dibawa oleh senja punya pesona tersendiri.

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Kunanti datangnya malam,

karena hanya dalam kegelapan,

sosoknya sayup terlihat.

Mereka,

pembawa cahaya

penakluk gelap

penguasa buana.

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Defense Wall of Depression

I found out from my experience that most people don’t feel comfortable when facing a person who has a depression or a melancholic person. I first discovered this long time ago. Those who I have came out to about my depression and they still managed to stand there listening to my story (instead of running away) were actually a few friends who have psychological background or friends who happen to be mature enough to accept it. They were not that many though. For most people, they still looked uncomfortable when I mentioned about it. One person, whom I did not even tell about the depression but somehow managed to guess it, said that I have “self-pity.” And from then on, whenever I disagreed or got angry a little bit at him, those two words would show up. It got to be comical, really. I actually thought perhaps I have gained a new nickname. How did he manage to guess it? Who knows. Something in the way I carry myself, the way I talk, my thought process, whatever clue it was, I honestly don’t really know for sure. I guess we humans have a tendency to think that we know other people better than they know themselves. That is how assumption is made. We assume we know.

If I have to put myself in those other people’s shoes, I understand why they would feel uncomfortable. Depression is the most common mental illness out of all mental illnesses, but it’s the least talked about. Why is that? Because the stigma is still there, felt by us who have experienced depression. We feel embarrassed. We feel ashamed by having it. We feel that we may become a burden to others. We are afraid that people will look down on us for having it. We think that people will not understand us, or it. We fear that we will have repercussion as a result of coming out with the fact that we have a mental illness. I know what I don’t like the most. I don’t like it when people would then look at me with a sympathy look on their face after I told them about it. A part of me thinks that that look is like a form of sarcasm actually, not a real sympathy. I’m fully aware that I’m not being fair by saying that the sympathy look and statement are not genuine because they may actually be genuine. But it’s because my defensive wall is up and preventing me from taking it kindly.

Please do understand, just like with all physical illnesses out there, a person’s body automatically enters a defensive zone mode whenever a bacteria enters the body or an old virus is acting out again. The same with us who suffer from chronic mental illness with an episode that comes and goes, when we think our old “ghost” is back, we mentally goes into a defensive mode too. We search around us for who are the people that we can trust to tell our problem and who we should stay away from. We become better at that over time. We pick carefully who we can open up to. I, myself, have experienced this and have seen the same phenomenon with people who have come to me to share their stories. They came to me NOT because they knew I have dealt with a mental problem before too, but they must have seen something in me that they thought they could open up to. It’s their defense radar who did the work.

And that is what I meant by having that defense wall up. We will know if the sympathy statement is genuine or not. The wall is up in order to protect us, to recognize the genuine people whom we can trust over the ones who may cause us more harm–whether intentionally (using our mental illness to bully us) or unintentionally (saying stupid, wrong, or insensitive things accidentally). The wall is up because we don’t want to crumble in front of a wrong person, or at a wrong time and place. The example of “that’s self-pity” or “that’s self-pity again” statement is what I consider as unintentional. I’m positive that the person saying it did not mean any harm to me, but at that time, those short statements hurt. Whether they were true or not, they still hurt. In actuality, I admit that they were true. I do have the self-pity, and it is something that I struggle with until now. It is not something that will go away in a short time. Needless to say, after the very first time I was called “self-pity,” I entered into a restless sleep later that night with a disturbing dream that woke me up in tears.

We never know how our words will affect others, even though those comments may be true. I’m positive that I’ve been guilty of saying the wrong things to other people many times too. I just hope that we all can forgive each other as much as we forgive try to forgive ourselves.

And so the road to healing and the stories continue… God bless.

Fighting Depression

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An old enemy is back, officially. Is it an enemy or a friend? Actually, I’m not too sure, but the most important thing is, it is back. It has a name. It’s called depression. I’ve known it well. Had met it before, a few times.

A friend or a foe, whatever it is, I am fighting it. It’s crippling for sure. It’s trying to take me down. Sorry, bud. You are still a foe, an enemy, I think. Because then why would I have to fight you?

Perhaps my angel is keeping an eye on me, because an old friend sent me a video yesterday. I watched it today and it was about fighting depression. Coincidence? Serendipity? I don’t think so. Things happen for a reason. The video is about a drug that can possibly be used to PREVENT depression and PTSD. Prevent! Instead of waiting for the enemy to come back, it can be prevented from showing up at all. But hold on the excitement, it will still take years for it probably to be available because it was just recently discovered. Oh well.

Here is the link to the video titled “Could a Drug Prevent Depression and PTSD?

This essay is also a testimony for something that I admit I have, that this thing has a way to creep into my daily life once in a while. I would like to say that it is okay to have it. It’s something that I have accepted, although I know it doesn’t come without a fight. It’s a debilitating thought process, but I know I can get through it. And for my readers and friends out there, I want you to know that there are things we all can do to manage depression. You can find many videos that talk about this.

For me and what I can do in this fight against depression, I would like to share some of my writings in the future that may touch on this issue, particularly about the process of debilitating thinking process that is often experienced in cases of depression. Depression is about a thinking process that can go out of control and lead to decisions and actions that may cause more suffering in the end. Depression is a mental illness, it needs to be paid attention to, but we don’t have to succumb to it. That debilitating thinking process can be recognized and handled, although it will take plenty of practices, many failures, before mastering it.

God bless you, God bless us all.