To My Friends Who Don't Know About My Depression

Dear Friends,

I want to tell you a story, a story of a battle I have to fight every day, a battle I do not always win.

I was at school having fun with you guys, and I began to feel it coming back — the monster that takes over my brain. “No please not again,” I thought. I tried to believe I could control it, but deep inside I knew I couldn’t.

The thoughts came back. I tried to ignore them, but it felt impossible. I tried to talk to you guys and pretend like nothing was happening. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get out and cry for a while. I told you it was just a headache and it could go away with a pill. I didn’t want to tell you what was really going on because I don’t know if you’d understand. I thought you might tell me these things happen to everyone — “everyone goes through this.” I thought you would tell other people I was doing this just to get attention. I thought you would judge me. I thought you would tell me to just think of happy moments.

It doesn’t work that way with depression.

Depression is not being sad all the time; it’s living in a blackhole trying desperately to get out. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I left the classroom and laid in the nurse’s office for a while, crying and thinking why did this happen to me? Why was I so happy a few minutes ago and suddenly thinking of killing myself? My mind got fully overpowered again, as usual. I just had to cry for a while, hoping it would go away soon. Sometimes it takes just a few hours, and sometimes it takes days.

Sometimes I wish you understood and could see that I hate not being able to control it. I hate that things that seem easy for you are hard for me. For you, it seems easy to get out of bed in the morning. Every morning I battle to get up. You, for the most part, like going to school. It’s hard for me. You generally like looking at yourself in the mirror. All I see when I look is a useless human being.

And if I ever told you this little secret, the first thing you may ask is, “Why are you depressed?”

But I don’t decide if I want to be depressed; it just happens.

I wish I could break the stigma. I wish I could show this to you and you would instantly understand.

Your friend living with depression.

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