depression is real, whether you talk about it or not, it’s not gonna stop anyways. it’s not a made-up thing or is in person’s head, it’s real like a human body.
the kid you were laughing at is no more now, maybe it seems easy for you to joke about it because you never felt what’s happening inside you. the all young hippie teenagers didn’t want to end up there life like this but you triggered them saying ”it’s no big deal”. it’s as real as cancer, as real as your problems and as real as a disease.
it’s not a plain feeling, it paralyzes you, until it makes your body numb. never ask people why they are always sad or ineffectual or are always procrastinating plans, you never know the story. sit with them, share moments, take them to a place, do whatever that suits you but talk to them, and never ask why. they are constantly suffering from it alone, be their grief bench, let them sit on you, tell you all the things that haunts them, let you be the healing chair. provide them comfort.
the face might looks happy, but the storm has ended inside the soul. they see the colorless world, the sleeping time is not for sleep, dreams are nightmares, feelings are special. it silently kills the person suffering from it, and he is too tired to save himself this time, as it consumes all their energy. it’s inexplicable, don’t tell them to fight alone instead fight with them. help them, encourage them, and tell them that they are worthy of everything. take them to their home, that is themselves. be their shadow, bring life to them.
you’re someone who can make change in the world, you can change someone’s life just by doing little. it’s a daily battle, become a warrior because you have no choice. lift their sky.