To me? Depression is so much, and yet so little. Depression is sitting on the shower floor until the water runs old, and then even a little longer, not eating until you’re shaking and even then putting it off, not being able to think about yourself without hateful comments filling your head because you could have done that better, no wonder everyone hates you.
Its thinking everyone hates you when they really don’t. Its thinking every invite is a pity invite, having to ask if you’re friends because who would be friends with you, needing constant reassurance that you matter and you’re not disgusting and you have good qualities and people care.
Depression is not having any friends. Its stopping talking to anyone you care about because you’re annoying them. Its crying when you get a compliment because why would anyone like you and anon hate is much more warranted than anon love.
Its taking over a month to start a blog because you’re scared of having bad writing and people hating you because you’re out of character. Its being scared to give out your personal blog information because of your fandoms and other things you care about. Depression is a sickness, and that’s what it means to me.