DEPRESSION
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Depression--Depression is a common mental disorder. Globally, more than 350 million people of all age suffer from depression. It affects approximately 6.7 percent of humans, roughly 20 million people in the United States suffer from depression every year. 1 in 4 adults will suffer an episode of depression before they hit 24, people who are depressed are more prone to illnesses like colds than non-depressed people. Depression is something not all people can fight back from, nearly every 12.3 minutes there is one death by suicide in the United States, and approximately 105 Americans die from suicide, everyday. It's not a joke, so it shouldn't be made one, it shouldn't be brought up as one nor used as one. People die because of this, people forget who they are and what they have because of this. Our population is going down because of this, and yes, yes, it grows everyday so "What does it matter?". It matters because every individual person, has a life to live, happiness to find, families to create, goals to reach. You'll never fully understand why a person takes their own life because you've probably never bothered to listen to them. I know that maybe to you it sounds boring, maybe it'll make you look "uncool" to sit and listen to someone, someone who just needs that one reason to hold on, but you'll save lives. Depression eats you alive, it eats at you until you've become numb. Until life doesn't feel like liven, and death feels like your last grain of hope.
Some people use depression for a way of attention, and I'd never mean that in a bad way, nor a judgmental way. But you can tell, you can see it in their innocent eyes, their fragile body grows weak, begging for someone to just look at them. They're sad, they're alone, but they're not depressed. When someone who claims they're depressed comes at you with the statistics and logic of this mental disorder, you know they're hiding behind a mask, and they don't feel like they're being heard. But in reality all you can hear is this person using a mental disorder to get close to you. To feed their way into you, they just need someone to care. I call that needing a friend, which isn't all that hard to fix. I think some people will take advantage of you if it means you'll believe every word they say. When someones depressed they hide it, people always label life as a "choice" or an "option" but no one should ever feel like. When someone is depressed it's completely different than a person who is just sad and alone. That can be fixed with a simple friend, and a great therapist. But not depression, they can try the therapy and the medicine, the restraints, the hospitals, the "friends" but you'll never get better until you have a reason to. Someone who is depressed isn't going to tell you they're alone, afraid, worried, sad, they're not going to tell you they feel worthless, pathetic, and not needed, because they don't need that kind of attention. But the real people, they'll pick up on it, and they''ll try, and they'll try but nothing they do will ever make it feel any better.
A depressed person will smile through everything, they can be the best well known person at school/work, most popular, but once they leave that open world, they feel like nothing. They'll nail that fake laugh, they'll pretend they know the true meaning of happiness, the true meaning of life. It's all so crazy, even think about it, someone could have the best life, be married have several kids, but still feel so alone, like they never even belonged. But they''ll never tell anyone that because then you've discovered a secret that was never meant to be told. People get depressed, people get lonely, there's a difference. You can be both of those things, but you also can be one or the other. There is never a reason to pretend you're not okay for attention, if you want someone to care so badly you should probably learn to care for yourself first. Don't fake a mental illness.
You can't breathe, in a room where the walls are collapsing, and your body is shutting down. Your fingers sting and your knees grow weak, your throat feels like closing and your heart feels like stopping. In a room where no one cares, where you go unnoticed, where you're pulling and you're pushing, shoving and grasping just for that one person to tell you you're good enough. For that one person to notice you in the shadows of a living he**. It's like a panic attack except times that by 50, you can't catch your breathe, but it's like you were barley breathing in the first place.
