Depression is the feeling you get when nothing works, everything sucks, and there’s no point in going on.
Depression is not a mood swing, nor a bad day.
Depression is the rock that sits in your brain deciding how you should respond to things.
Depression is the feeling that you’re never good enough, smart enough, sexy enough, enough enough.
Depression is the voice that says you’ll never have enough money.
Depression sticks to you like so many leeches, absorbing all of the fun and joy in life.
Depression is what tells you people are better off without you.
Depression is something I never understood. I never saw myself as depressed. I was a grumpy curmudgeon, a snarky smart ass, and an all-around jerk.
Depression is right here, right now.
Depression is what tells you that you’ll never be happy.
Depression is what saps the spirit and makes it hard to be creative.
Depression is what makes you fantasize about hanging yourself from a lamp post like Gerard de Nerval.
Depression is Nerval’s pet lobster, forcing you to justify to everyone why it’s your pet of choice and it’s totally sensible to lead it around on the streets at the end of a blue ribbon.
Depression is writing out what depression is and feeling it all build up inside of you.
Depression is knowing when to divert your thoughts to more positive, proactive, or functional thinking.
Depression is when that doesn’t always work.
Depression lies convincingly.
Depressions lies so well you think it’s all true & accurate.
Depression makes anything and everything seems shitty. Sure, you’ll have days where everything’s great, children smile at you, dogs flock to you, your breath is minty fresh, and there’s a lightness in your step. But depression is there waiting for that one stray thought, the one that’s slower or different from the rest of the herd, so it can bore its teeth into you.
Depression is being lonely in a crowd of friends.
Depression is not wanting to make a huge fuss because you feel like an attention whore.
Depression is just playing the role that you think other people expect of you.
Depression is about not burdening your friends and loved ones with your problems.
Depression is wanting to talk to someone but knowing that you’ll cry.
Depression is just wishing someone would hug you right now.
Depression is feeling like you’re being ignored, even by those who say they love you.
Depression is saying “those who say they love you”.
Depression is realizing that it will probably kill you one day. Perhaps not by suicide but by the effects that it has on your body, your brain, your decisions, your relationships.
Depression is writing with tears in your eyes and lumps in your throat.
Depression is telling you to quit because shit has gone on long enough.
Depression is always there waiting for you.
Depression is the worst thing you can imagine.
Depression is all of this and more.
That’s what depression is.