Sometimes it still tugs at me, pulling me underneath the black swirling waters again.
It's not something that can be controlled by positive thinking. It can't be 'snapped out of'. It's not just a bad day.
If only.
Depression, the thick, draining fog from which there seems no escape is debilitating at best and life-threatening at it's worst. It sucks the breath from your life and leaves you anxious, confused and exhausted.
Be kind to those suffering. Avoid encouraging them to 'go and feed the ducks in the park' (actual words from my GP) and just be there for them, loving them through their fog. Don't make them keep it a shameful secret.
Then maybe, just maybe, they will find hope again. Perhaps they will find a reason to live instead of a guilty list of things to die for.
There's no shame in depression. Get help before help is too late.
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