Depression is when you wake up at 3 in the morning sweaty and confused, the nightmare still engraved in your memory.
You refuse to go back to sleep as if to refuse the monsters that come with it.
Depression is drooping eyelids all day in class because you were too afraid to sleep and let the nightmares haunt you.
Depression is having a calm and composed expression all while you want to scream at the top of your lungs.
Depression is when you put your favorite hobby of reading aside to listen to loud rock music wishing its sound would bury the halting rhythm of your heartbeat.
Depression is sneaking in the kitchen in the middle of the night to pour steaming hot water over your hands. The burn soothing your soul.
Depression is carving scars in to your skin where no one could see them and cut them deeper every week. The scars are the physical manifestation of your incurable pain.
Depression is falling ill every other week because your mental illness has started to channel in your physical health.
Depression is being afraid of letting people know the perplexed state of your mind and suffer embarrassment and mockery.
Depression is born of self-doubt and low self-esteem.
Depression is having all at the time when in reality you have none.
So the next time someone tells you they’re depressed, don’t laugh and shrug it off.
Treat them with love and kindness, because that is all they need.