Today’s first assignment in writing-101 was about freely expressing out words, and creating pretty much a soup “without ingredients”, which gave me a great idea to write about one specific subject I wanted to address a while ago.
Depression is a very strong sickness, that can lean toward suicide, one of the fresh examples was Robin William, who didn’t find the way out, but end his life. At that moment, for him probably, was the best way out, not knowing or realizing how many people were hurt about this incident. My personal respect and love to his work I addressed here on this blog.
Many comments were addressed and replied, and I learned something for myself from all of you: depression doesn’t go away on it’s own. It’s not cancer, but it’s still a stage of sickness, that can’t be easily healed.
Being occupied, and busy helps a lot, but being left alone after so much attention, can also be a factor to depression and suicide. Any sport activity will be a great support to your mental health, either, you are depressed, or not.
I found one of the greatest ways that helps me with relieving my stress and I would like to share it with you…
One of my favorite sports is table tennis, it’s a very popular game in Europe, but definitely very hard to find in the United States.
My adventure in table tennis began at age of 9, when my father took me to the professional sport club, where I totally fell in love with the “lightweight ball and a paddle”. My first coach was a very big man, with a strong personality. He had a very hard time teaching me, due to my little size. At 9 years old, my head was still not reaching the table, I was playing from under the table! It was very challenging for everyone in the beginning.
Especially I remember that moment, where my father decided to check on my reaction. He pulled out his wallet and through it at me, very suddenly and very fast.
I was shocked, but I had not reaction to move and protect myself from flying object so fast. I stood there, while his wallet caught my head! That was my first lesson.
Two months later, I was playing and reaching the table, and my dad tried to pull the same stub again, didn’t work!
I caught his wallet with my hand without even looking at it.
My progress was humongous, and everyone was pleased on how talented I was towards learning. I was challenging for everyone, and my willingness to be the best moved me really fast and far ahead from my sport team mates.
Unfortunately, any sport requires being healthy! Breaking or damaging the right hand, was the end of my table tennis adventure at age of 13. Not my tears, begging or willingness to continue at that moment wouldn’t matter, I was damaged, and winning the olympic games, requires to be the best! My hand was healing slowly, and was not as strong anymore. Every game was a challenge, every time I holded a paddle was painful. That was my first real disappointment in life!
I lost my hope, I lost my game, I felt like a loser! I lost the chance to became an olympic champion!
I was so strong at that time…. hiding my tears inside, I pulled a huge smile on my face and said: ” Oh well, at least I have so much free time! What should I do next?”
From being occupied for about 6 hours a day, 7 days a week, to nothing, but school, was great! I still continued to play with friends, but it was just for fun.
Many years passed by, having kids kept me busy, but the stress is growing while kids are growing, until one day I found my old paddle and a strong memories hit me hard.
Oh, I wanted to play so much, not just for fun. I wanted to play with professional players, who are stronger than me. While searching online for table tennis club, I started realizing that my kids are still so little, I can’t be playing any time I want to. My obsession and my depressing became more and more obvious.
One day, I was driving by our public district park, decided to ask inside, if there is any table tennis club around. When I walked inside to ask, I saw a huge gym with 8 tables and many strong players from all over the World!
My heart stopped for a minute or two…
I fell in love with “a lightweight ball and a paddle” all over again!
Being able to get out once or twice a week to play my favorite sport, makes my depression and everyday life to step on the different level. I feel the power, the connection, even the smile on my face.
This is my personal journey, and I am sure that almost everybody have a favorite sport! I highly recommend to everyone to support and respect each other, if it’s a spouse that loves you, let him or her support your sport, or even better to enjoy it together!