I hate depression because I can't see it or touch it or hold it. If I could, then I could just it hold up and show it to people instead of trying to explain it and they would see it and say, "Oh no, that must hurt so bad! Can I help you get rid of it?"

And if I could pick it up, I could just as easily put it back down before it latches onto me and starts to hurt me and eat away at me and begin growing to affect everyone and everything around me... I could just put it down... because I hate it.