depression isn't your broken heart and missing someone who is gone, that is love, loss and cause and effect...depression isn't feeling like a misfit, isolated and inadequate when you're young, that's hormones and learning yourself, for all your freakin' overdone teenage drama that's all it really is, kids...depression isn't wanting an end to chronic, debilitating physical pain that's called being a normal, sentient being...depression isn't loneliness, loneliness is a normal human response for a being alone...

depression is the death of possibility...depression is feeling utterly empty inside, a gradual dawning that your internal landscape is dry & barren...depression is feeling nothing beyond a growing, seething hatred and disdain for this life and for all those who have assured you throughout that it's worth it, for nearly everyone in all honesty...depression is finding out that there is very, very little left in this world that interests you beyond a passing distraction, and that often your reactions are now nothing more than rote responses...depression is learning that those bells and whistles have to keep getting louder to grab your attention at all and knowing that one day, very soon you will deafen....depression is laughing only occasionally and only ever on the outside, the sickening realization that it's nothing more than force of habit and then wondering why you bothered, wondering how long you've been doing this and a desperate fear at the idea of stopping the pretense....depression is wanting to feel ANYTHING, anything other than utterly jaded and anger...depression is knowing how every ****ing movie is going to end and every ****ing pat response out of every ****ing mouth that offers some trite and done to death, cliched, verbal band aid...depression is being Done...depression is a loved one telling you that they couldn't go on w/o you, knowing they mean it and your shoulders sagging after they leave the room because you're reminded you must stick with...