Real depression

People with real depression don’t take pictures of their scars and post online. They don’t cut themselves and show to others like a trophy to the world. Perhaps some would, but most wouldn’t because depression is a very secretive, humiliating thing to them. How could it be not when they can’t even have control over it?

Most of the time, people with depression sailed through life without red lines on their wrists. Instead, it’s carved into the threads of life, carved into the shoulders and back of these people. If you look closely, you can see their backs slouching, as if under the weight of something. They smile and laugh but at another moment, they cry and get angry at small things that don’t matter to you, but matter to them.

People don’t get depressed because they want to. People get depressed because they can’t look further than their pain and they are wallowed so deep into it like a whirlpool sucking in material. There’s no escape route for them, or so it seems. They can’t help but to wallow in it because they don’t know how to get out of it. It’s that hopeless, empty feeling that they have to live with. Pain is better to feel; at least you don’t feel empty.

So stop romanticizing depression. Stop making it seem like it’s something you wish to have because it’s easy to have attention on you. It’s not the cutting that defines them; it’s the feeling they feel. Don’t put these feelings so lightly because more than once, they wished they were in your position, free from that whirlpool of pain that seemed to be endless.