Depression doesn’t care about your circumstance. Ever the opportunist, it’ll milk every situation you manage to find yourself in.
Depression doesn’t care how much money you have, or how many possessions fill your home. It knows you can’t buy peace and calm in your own head, but it’ll sure make you try.
Depression doesn’t care about how much your friends and family love you. It has no time for love or positive thinking, and cannot be willed away. Instead, it’ll make you feel guilty for being the one who’s putting them in that position. It’ll tell you you’ve let everyone down.
Depression will use the good things in your life against you, making you out to be the bad person for feeling that way when you know you have so much to be grateful for. You’re so selfish and ungrateful.
Depression doesn’t care about the colour of your skin, your gender, or your IQ. It doesn’t discriminate against sexuality, your religion, your social class or ethnicity.
Depression won’t care wether you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth or if your meals came from a food bank.
Depression doesn’t care what time of day or night it is, because it never sleeps. It’ll hit you in the middle of the night, or when you’re out having a coffee with your friends. (Provided you managed to get out of bed that day).
Depression doesn’t care about your plans, or how many chores or errands you need to run that day, it’ll always give you a convincing reason to avoid them all.
Depression will follow you anywhere on the globe. For a little while, it’ll seem as though a change of scenery is making all the difference, then it’ll send a subtle reminder that it’s still there waiting for you. Like an ex you can’t seem to get rid of.
Depression has a great sense of humour. It’s favourite joke to hear is when someone tells you just to “think positively”. Sometimes it might let you muster a small laugh, but then everyone else will get the impression that you’re all better now. It’s then that you realise the joke is on you.
Depression doesn’t care whether you’re an introvert or extrovert, shy or talkative, or if you go out to work or stay at home.
Depression doesn’t care about your profession or your talents. You could be a police officer, or a criminal, a doctor, or a patient, a Michelin star chef, or a waiter – it’ll still treat you the same as anyone else.
Depression will take every ounce of joy out of the activities you once loved. It will tell you they are pointless and that this needy, constant illness is the only thing you have time for now.
Depression doesn’t discriminate, so why do so many people still discriminate against those who suffer with it?