I’ve heard depression described as walking towards a sunset. You can see the light ahead of you, but even when you’re basking in the warmth of the light, you’re always aware that the darkness isn’t more than a heartbeat away.
That sounds pretty accurate, but what makes depression so hard for those on the outside ― and even those on the inside ― to understand, is that being depressed and being happy aren’t always mutually exclusive.
People with depression can be happy, sad or funny just like anyone else. And while we’re all aware of the dangerous places depression can go, what no one seems to talk much about is that there’s a kind of psychological purgatory that exists somewhere in between the high points and the end of your rope.
When you’re having a good day, no one can tell you’re depressed because the symptoms aren’t as obvious…
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