Depression isn’t waking up one day and feeling like your world is going to end. It’s waking up most days and feeling the world collapse in. Slowly suffocating you in your own sadness until you can do little more than lie in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity.
Some people don’t get as far as the wallowing, and some people stay there forever. I’m trying to break free but it’s not as easy as it seems.

When you’re down, everyone says to you “Have you seen a doctor?” “Have you tried anti-depressants?”
I wonder if those people ever tried working their way through the system. Being passed from person to person like a mess nobody wants to deal with. That’s how I feel. I’ve seen 6 people so far, who claim that they can help me, and, to no surprise, have failed miserably. 
They claim that the medication will work, that I should have counseling, that I should try to “See the light at the end of the tunnel”. If you’ve ever been down, it’s the last thing you want to hear. Did anyone ever tell a mother grieving for her lost child that it would be okay? Or tell a 75 year old widow that she needed to be patient to feel better?