Neil Hilborn said, “Depression wasn’t an endless grey sky. It was no sky at all.” And I felt that shit to the core of who I am as a person. Because it’s so fucking god damn true. It’s not that the sky is grey and cloudy and dreary and miserable. It very well could be for all I know. Depression is not knowing because you haven’t had the capacity to look outside in days.

That might sound strange and alien to some folks. “What do you mean? Just go outside.”

Jeez. Thanks. Never thought of nor tried that before.

“You just need fresh air and sunlight.”

Great. I’ve certainly not considered that on top of other solid reasonings a,b, c, and F.

Depression isn’t just feeling sad sometimes. Shit. If that’s all people had to deal with I imagine it would be easier to function on a day-to-day basis. Instead its a numbness that creeps into and affects every aspect of your life to the point of paralysis and stupor. People suffering from depression have heartbreaks, and celebrations, and all the other normal life events as most folks. Which means they have all the same highs and lows as most everyone else during those times. There’s just always this white noise in the background of everything you do.