My brain is telling me there is a saying something about walking a mile in my shoes.

Forget the shoes, spend a day in my head. I agree with both Cmara's and pachyderm's opinions.

While the enlightenment someone would gain being me for a day might help them understand, I wish no one ever has to live in this hell I call life.

My depression is complicated by memory loss. I won't bore you with details and I wouldn't be able to explain anyway.

But you do have to wonder if they would better understand our illness if they had to live it for a day.