A few weeks ago, someone very close to me began suffering from depression. Nothing in particular triggered it. It is not a reaction to a painstaking event which unfolded out of thin air. At least not something starkly visible.
This person is in his 7th week of this ordeal. He has been diagnosed with “severe depression”.
I may look at this person as a separate entity from myself. As someone “other” from my own flesh. But what he is feeling and cannot express pains me as if it is my mind which is drowning itself in this disease. With an almost domino-like effect, all those people who try and try to keep him afloat are drowning in this ocean of despair he is immersed within.
Depression is a disease. A disease with causes, symptoms and treatments. Yet, many members of society look upon it as a mental prison of choosing…
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