"Is that what depression feels like?" she asked, "Crying a lot and always wanting to sleep?"
"Oh, no darling." I said, "It’s much, much more than that. Depression is wanting to cut out your wrists and rip out every little piece of yourself you wish you hadn’t had in the first place. Depression is feeling constantly unhappy, and weak all over. Depression is when you feel angry. Sometimes you feel like ripping out each and every one of your hairs one by one. Depression is feeling weak in the knees because to you, there’s no point in standing your ground any longer. Depression fills your head with thoughts that sometimes don’t make any sense at all. Depression can make you feel so melancholy at times that you often cry so hard it hurts. Depression is when while you’re busy screaming and crying into your pillow, your parents are downstairs laughing hysterically at their favourite show. Depression is the feeling that you’ve lost all hope in yourself. The only hope left is hoping that when you go to sleep, you won’t wake up.""