Depression is becoming a trend now. It has arrived to a context where it is used to describe a rush feeling of gloom and melancholy. When one says, “I'm down” it has become our habit to associate it to depression which as I have discovered in psychology, is rather inappropriate. Depression is more of a feeling of immense loss and emptiness wherein you are not anymore capable of distinguishing what's occupying your mind and your chest. You would not even be consciously able to let others know how miserable you are so to let them comfort you and have someone pat your back. When one is depressed, the tendency is to actually deny especially to other people that there's something wrong.
In fact, you force yourself to smile so to let people see you are Ok when the truth is, you're not. That throbbing feeling of defeat and forlorn will only manifest in your way of thinking thus, to your actions.
Depression is a grave form of desolation rather. You have this never-ending desire to find meaning in what you are doing and seek again for an identity to fill up what you think is barren. You feel like you're floating in a big, black void that incessantly sucks out your reason for existence. Inside you is a cosmic vacuum draining out the colour in your skin. That, my friend, is depression. The only time you'll know you're truly depressed is when you're already facing that vacant white wall in your shrink's therapy room.
