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Depression truly is something you’ll never be able to understand unless you have it. You’ll never understand what it’s like to sit through everyday situations and wish you weren’t there. You’ll never understand what it’s like to feel as though you’re the biggest outcast in your family because they’re Happy and you’re Not. You’ll never understand what it’s like to wake up in the morning and wish your eyes never opened. You’ll never understand what it’s like to lay in bed, knowing you have to get up and face the world, but you physically can’t make yourself leave your room. You’ll never understand what it’s like to sit there, your eyes full of tears, your chest heavy, suffocating you until you can’t breathe. You’ll never understand what it’s like to just fucking cry for hours on end and not even be able to pinpoint an exact reason as to why you’re upset. You’ll never understand walking over bridges above rushing water and wondering how long it’d take you to drown if you just stepped off, or wondering how deep you’d have to cut to bleed out silently. You’ll never understand how it feels to see death everywhere and crave it. You’ll never understand what it’s like to feel so insignificant to the world around you, and pray that you weren’t alive.