“Depression is a bitch of a disease.
It has no reason and every reason to be there. Like an ever-fresh wound, time does not heal or lessen the pain it inflicts. In truth, time makes it worse, for with time it bleeds you out emotionally, draining out of you with insatiable parasitic hunger the person you were, leaving behind a desolate and empty shell drowning in despair.
And the beauty of it is, no one believes you have it. No matter how much you explain, argue, cry, beat your fists on the walls till they bleed or scream until you are hoarse, they remain deaf and blind to the reality of the torrent of darkness that ravages your very soul.
Or if they do hear you, they think you a fool. They brush you off with callous indifference, ‘Just stop being sad!’ ‘Change your outlook!’ ‘You’re depressed because you choose to be!’ Words spoken with the blissful ignorance of those who have not known such sorrow themselves, and the confidence that they