Depression: not "depression," as in "oh, I'm depressed that my favorite sports team didn't win that big game" or "I'm depressed because I can't find these shoes in the right size," but rather, depression that is a soul-shriveling, emotion-sucking black hole of despair and darkness and spiders. Depression that is a medical condition, brought about in the complex biochemical machinations of the brain. Depression that colors and shapes the entire world-view of an individual, and causes even the most mundane tasks of existence to be extraordinarily difficult at times.
Herself knows several individuals who struggle with depression. She wishes she could help; yet she knows that it's oftentimes a very private matter, an internal struggle that they do not wish to reveal. The best she can do, she thinks, is to listen when they want to talk, and to be silently present when they do not want to talk. Hopefully, like Allie Brosh, they will find that one piece of corn that turns things around.
May you find your way through the darkness, my readers with depression. And may you know that you are loved. Truly.
Picture belongs to Allie Brosh, of Hyperbole and a Half. It is so beautiful.
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