Depression is real
Depression was never supposed to be treated with medication. It was never to be talked to by a doctor who just prescribes you them. Depression is a real feeling that no one but real people who love you can help. But sometimes, no one is ever there so you're stuck fighting your own demons. Most people will tell you that it's in your head, that it isn't something that exists, until it hits them and then realizes that they were telling the truth. it's not ok to sit in your room and think of everything that has already happened or things that could happen. Talk to someone about your emotions before it kills you or potentially ruins your life. Do not go to a doctor just because someone recommends it. Do not take medication that someone will recommend because it only suppresses how you really feel for a few hours until you have to take another one again. Seek real positive things that will help. I, for one, have not seeked out for help but that's only because I'm different. There's 3 different types of people in this world when it comes to depression. The one that chooses to talk to someone, the one that keeps a smile on his or her face acting like everything is ok and only worries about everyone else and then there's those who isolate themselves and pushes people away. The third one would be me. My story goes like this, when I was a young boy, I grew up in a small town, small neighborhood, small school, so not really many people to hang around, especially as a kid. Since the time I was in the 4th grade, I was consistently bullied. I only had one friend, he helped me through a lot of my pain but it all ended when he met other friends. Of course, we hung out occasionally but even the time I got into a fight in the 6th grade and got punched in the nose, he didn't jump in as I thought he would. Growing up, I had no one, my parents worked, so I was lonely. I got sent to see a therapist because I told my counselor that I was seeing things, which I was, and got put on medication but they never worked. When it came to parties, I thought that I would be able to finally play with someone and make a friend but instead I got tackled from behind and got chocked with two hands for no reason while my uncles and cousins stood there laughing at me. It was always trouble for me.
