What I Learned About Depression Essays

1847 Words May 2nd, 2016 8 Pages
When I was 12 years old I wondered why my mom would cry. When I was 13 years old I wondered why her eyes were empty. When I was 14 years old I asked her why. When I was 15 years old I heard her stories. When I was 16 years old I learned depression is real. When I was 17 years old I learned depression isn’t sadness. When I was 18 years old I learned the right words to say. When I was 19 I learned what words not to say. A thick, grey cloud sits above my house. And waits. Its presence is intense and I can feel it over me each time I walk into the door. I can sense happiness and I can sense sadness just through the smell and feel of the air surrounding me. Bodies don 't have to be present, I can feel the energy. Those who haven’t experienced this, can only understand the surface of it. There are multiple dimensions of depression that go so deep that only few can truly understand it. My private life has always been my private life. No one knew, like many others that choose to hide their struggles, that once I stepped foot into my house I faced a mental battle, which most of the time wasn’t even my battle. I can understand sadness because I have been sad many times in my life, however, I cannot understand unhappiness. But I know that there are people that do and I know that I feel the effect of it. My own mom, who I always knew as the big, bright smile and warm hug that greeted me every time she picked me up from school understands it. It wasn’t until I was about 14 years old…

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