Depression is an odd thing.
On the one hand, we advocate for it. “If you think you’re depressed, you should talk to someone.” We have research, and medications, and therapy. We encourage people to become self-aware enough to recognize it in themselves. We screen for it. We present these ideas that it’s ok, and it’s treatable, and “we’re here for you.”
Then, on the other hand, it’s looked down upon. “Just stop feeling that way,” as if it were a bad dream one could just count to 3 to snap out of. On top of that, nobody ever believes it. For instance, I remember learning about depression in school as part of a greater curriculum about psychiatry and mental illness. Every student goes through psych and at some point says, “I have that!” But what happens when it comes to depression? “I have that!” “No, you don’t. You only think you do because you’re learning about it, but you probably don’t.”
Well, what if I do. What if I’m depressed, and I can’t just snap out of it. What if nobody will believe me, probably because it’s easier for them for me not to be depressed than it is for me to be it. What do I do then?