"What's depression like?" He asked.

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you.
"What's depression like?" A friend once asked.
I didn't know what to say.
Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No".
Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please".
What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like.
And for those people I wrote this.