Many people do not understand the meaning of the word “depression.” It is often used as adjective, i.e. “I was so depressed after watching that movie.” It is not the same as living in a state of pure depression.
Whatever moment we are in is just that — a moment. Good or bad, it will not last forever; neither is it indicative of our ability to be happy (or not) in the future.
My depression is alive and well. It wakes me up at three o’clock in the morning. I look outside of my bedroom window and I wonder how many other lonely souls have been awaken by sadness tonight.
Instead of being happy, be interested.
You sat at the edge of your bed, clutching your phone, waiting for a text from him. It wasn’t just that day. You’ve been waiting for days, even weeks for him to get back to you. For him to give you an explanation.
“Be strong right now.”
The losses were brutal, untimely, and sometimes lasting. The pains came in multitudes, and often. The reasons to cry seemed plentiful whilst the reasons to laugh seemed scarce.
“There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, ‘There now, hang on, you’ll get over it.’ Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.”
Looking back, I know that everything that happened had happened for a reason. The boy I once loved walked away so that I could see clearly once again.
“It was a cry I’ve never experienced before. It was real and raw and terrifying.”