Here’s the thing. There’s a difference between being depressed and having depression. Yes, depression is quantifiable and measureable. And it ruins everything. It doesn’t care about your plans, it doesn’t care about that cousin’s wedding that’s coming up and it certainly doesn’t care about what that particular aunty thinks.
Depression can look different on everyone.
Some people are so well put together, they fool the world into believing everything is great. Yet others
don’t have the energy to do anything or
don’t feel like hanging out with their friends anymore or
feel like life is not worth living anymore. (I promise you. Life is still worth living.)
can’t seem to stop eating or to swallow anything at all or
sleep the day away or can’t sleep a wink or
in general don’t enjoy things anymore or
can’t focus on anything
Then there are those nasty little sticky thoughts that snake their way into your mind and coil around your brain, making themselves at home. You know… the ones telling you you’re worthless..useless… Those thoughts are lies.
Depression hits some people harder than others.