Depression is like a demon that steals your joy.
It reminds you at every opportunity of your mistakes and your sins. It loudly mocks your accomplishments. It tells you that you are stupid, ugly and worthless. Worst of all, it tells you that the only place that you deserve to be in is your grave.
Depression is not like chicken pox. Depression is not a disease that is found on a person’s skin. It is implanted in their heart, in their soul and in their mind.
Some deal with it better than others. Person A may find a way to reasonably function while hiding the darkness inside of them. Person B may be so emotionally traumatized by this horrible mental disease that they are forced to remain inside, physically and mentally.
The worst part of depression is that you feel forced to isolate yourself. You don’t want to share what is going on inside of you. A depressed person’s feelings are like a snowball rolling down the side of a mountain. The further down the mountain it travels, the faster it travels and it gains a tremendous amount in size in only a short time. You feel very alone, insecure, hating yourself and not knowing how to break the emotional shackles that this disease has on you.
If you know someone who is suffering from depression, reach out them. Even if they do not respond right away, keep reaching out. You never know when you may be the barrier between life and death.