Depression really is a sickness. It’s like getting a cold. One day, you’ll feel slightly off. You’ll think to yourself, ‘this is weird, it’s a beautiful day but I kind of don’t like anything,’ and shrug it off. The next day you’ll sit in your room for a while, unable to do anything because you just feel this sort of overwhelming mental cloud in your mind. ‘Why should I do anything?’ you wonder, ‘This is all stupid.’ The next day it’s in full effect, this mental cold, and your brain can’t breathe right and the weight is heavier. It’s like a flu in your mind. So you just curl up in a blanket, not wearing any clothes, with no physical impairments to speak of, and ride it out. You sob, you remember every horrible thing you’ve ever done, you think about how the future will surely bring nothing but failure. You can go out, you can see people, you can be yourself but it’s like the whole time you can’t breathe. Then, hopefully the day after (but sometimes it can be weeks) it’s just gone. You’re better. You can, in a sense, breathe out of that stuffed-up nostril again. Anyone who suffers from this, I just want you to know: I feel you, and it sucks. I like to take selfies when I’m bawling, because it makes me laugh and brings me out of it, a bit. But there’s no real cure. We’re here for each other, and that’s all we have.