Explaining Depression

Explaining depression to someone isn’t easy. It’s like explaining to a child where babies come from. You have to watch what you say because it will stick with them forever. You rehearse it in your head a million times because you don’t know exactly how to say it. “Depression is like a flower”. No. Scratch that. Depression is sitting in your room for hours wondering what you did so wrong to deserve to feel this way. Depression and anxiety are siblings. Did you ever go somewhere and your mom told you that you had to bring your younger sibling? I am that somewhere. Depression is nothing. And no I don’t mean it’s nothing, i mean it feels like nothing. You feel numb. Like you had just been in the cold for hours on end. Its always cold. “Just stop being depressed”. That’s the one line I hear the most. I can’t just stop being depressed. I can’t wake up and “decide to be depressed”. Depression is not a choice. “Depression is delicate” Depression is totally not delicate when it’s banging on my eyelids at 4 in the morning. Depression is not delicate when it’s screaming at me in public. Depression. Is not. Delicate.