Teenage Depression: The F. U. N. Disease

Teenage Depression: The F.U.N. Disease Feeling like you are a boat sinking under the raging sea of life is the new normal nowadays. It is something that these weird doctors called psychiatrists used to really worry about, Major Depressive Disorder, but now nobody cares. Teachers let us take our pills if we seem “off,” and all the funny memes are the ones where we joke about how many pills we take each day. If I say, “Oh, I took 10 pills today,” then someone else will try and beat me by retorting, “That’s nothing. I took 15 pills.” And all the pills are black and blue so they are super easy to hide under clothes or the hoods that people usually have over their heads. No one wants to look at each other anymore. Apparently, about 60 years …show more content…
F.U.N. Disease is this really crazy disease that was common years ago. It makes people laugh and smile. I have never seen a smile in real life. I heard they are infectious, so I would look away even if I did. F.U.N. Disease creates joy! That is really insane. Around 0.2% of the population worldwide have it, but it rises to 0.25% during an old holiday that no one celebrates anymore. It is called Christmas. I heard some cults called Christians still practice it. To be honest, I have seen some pictures in old magazines of smiles, presents, and Christmas. They are all hideous. I am so glad no one smiles …show more content…
Disease. But then I picture the world in love, with smiles, and every one of the consequences that comes with that. In Psychology class, they talk about this feeling called “jealousy.” They call it the “green monster.” How horrible. It is sickening to imagine a world without depression and antidepressants. Everything is meant to mellow me out enough so that I can survive. It helps me stay on my lifeless phone more, and pay less attention to the bland people around me. The less I look at people, the less I have to actually get to know the other person. As I fall deeper into my thoughts, I feel the warmth and weight of someone bump into me. ‘Oh no. I just bumped into my homeroom teacher.’ I thought slowly. “Mia, what are you thinking about? Have you been taking your Prozac? Do you need some of mine? You look too awake.” She says, her speech slightly slurred as per usual. Minor side effects never scare me anymore. “No, I have mine. I just forgot to up my dosage from last month.” I respond calmly, with my grey eyes and skin, the pallor sinking in as everyday goes on by. She nods her head with understanding, and continues on her path, as I have no need to be in it, as she has no need to be in mine. I drown down another pill, and feel my body and brain slow down. As I sink into my routine and feel the normality of the world come over me, I reaffirm the notion everyone knows, ‘I am supposed to be depressed.