Depression isn’t something you snap out of, and it’s not the same as simply being sad, or lazy because you don’t want to get up out of bed. It doesn’t mean you are seeking attention. I have learned I am one of 16 million adults who live with depression, and that in a sense, depression is when your mind and body decide they no longer want to work together.
I was 27 years old when I realized the things I had once found enjoyable had become a chore. The mere thought of getting out of bed seemed impossible. I went from being my normal self to being depressed in the blink of an eye. I knew I needed to ask for help before the darkness of depression consumed me.
But how do you ask for help, when you don’t even know how to explain what you’re going through to yourself? I didn’t know I was depressed; I just knew I either wanted to cry or sleep all the time. I wanted the pain I was feeling inside to end. I wanted the sensation of having the weight of the world on my shoulders to disappear.
