Google defines depression as ‘a mental disorder characterized by persistently depressed moods and loss of interest in activities causing significant impairment in daily life.’
The thing with the definition is the scary term ‘mental disorder’. Most of us have been taught that mental disorders mean you are ‘crazy’. There is nothing more incorrect than this.
To me, depression is like being stuck in a ditch. A marsh that pulls you down deeper someone else comes and pulls you out.
Many people refrain from talking about it. Strong that they are, they choose to endure it alone in silence.
Actually, most importantly, depression is a battle. One fought with a gilded armor of hopes and rekindled dreams. A battle not meant to be fought alone.
We have to understand that it’s okay to feel low at times. It’s okay to take your time to heal. You can put on walls but please leave a crack open for your comrade in arms. A family member or a friend, whoever you trust.
Take it from someone who has been there. There is nothing more scary than to be left alone with your destructive thoughts. Talking to someone really helps a lot.
Sometimes, the grief weighs too heavily on us; too heavy for us to shoulder it. Times like this, it’s okay to share the load. This life, it’s all we got. We owe it to us to live it to the fullest. Moreover, life’s always better with company, right?