I know many people in my life struggle to grasp what depression is truly like, which is understandable if they have not experienced it. They are sweet, kind and caring, but in many ways completely out of their depth. Which is, again, understandable and I too am completely out of my depth. I think depression is only really understood by those who have been through it. The exhaustion, the dense and never ending feeling of darkness, the numbness but yet intense pain at the same time, the self loathing, the invasive, demanding, overwhelming thoughts of a way out. How can these things be understood unless you have felt them engulf your soul, unless you have felt them erupt through your very being. The density of depression is excessive and absolutely shattering. All you can do is somehow get through each day and hope a brighter day is around the corner.
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