I'm always happy for people who have no idea what mental illness can feel like, but when - after a useless but demanding therapy - they go and try "healing" people with their fortune cookie wisdom telling them they just need to change their perspective a little and eventually all will be good, for a brief moment, just for a blink, I hope they die really painful when their time has come. What I mean is they should just suffer the pain of someone _really_ mentally ill, not like the "depression" when PS-Latte season is over, for just a minute. Mere 60 seconds of cosmic justice.
Depression isn't being sad for a few days when your boyfriend who was "The one" that you knew since you were two days ago breaks up with you. It's a heavy weight that you can feel yourself carrying for months to years (Technically, a minimum of six months.) that stops you from properly feeling anything except a startling monotone as you slowly lose the ability to feel any enjoyment over everything you love or could have loved. It's a physical wound that is just as real as a broken arm only that it affects the brain instead in the form of a hormonal imbalance. Just saying this again in case someone didn't know.
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