What IS Depression?

What is depression?

The definition of depression is as follows:

-noun

1.

the act of depressing.

2.

the state of being depressed.

3.

a depressed or sunken place or part; an area lower than thesurrounding surface.

4.

sadness; gloom; dejection.

5.

Psychiatry . a condition of general emotional dejection andwithdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than thatwarranted by any objective reason. Compare clinical depression.

Is depression merely a made up state of mind, that was created to be a blanket for other serious issues, or just a scientific way of saying your sad for a really long time. Or is just society's way for covering up our fuck ups?

As a clinically diagnosed sufferer of depression I can tell you this-

         Depression didn't just happen to me. It happened over a series of years, and events that eventually led to what I can only call a mental breakdown. 

In early 2010 my drug addicted grandfather had just moved in with us, mom got a new boyfriend, and graduation was just a few short months away. I guess that's when I first noticed a curtain come down over me... Maybe it was just a sheer material.. Maybe it was fishnetting. Regardless,  the next 6 months was full of my withdrawl from my friends, family, my school work. By graduation (June 2010) I was being short tempered with my family. And spending more and more time on my computer, locked away in my room, even ignoring my cats attempts at attention from me. 

By July 7th, 2010 I had had enough. I spent just over 4 hours crying, screaming, and telling my mom over and over again I had nothing left worth any substance for me here on Earth. That night I told my mom that I hated her. Mom: my mother, my friend, my caregiver, the one person who has always been there for me through all my mistakes, and all my happy times. 

Needless to say the next day I spent it unshowered and mopping around the house, while my mom called my doctor and booked me an appointment for the next day. July 9th I spent a little over an hour in my doctors office, in tears telling him how I hadn't been "happy" ( That sense of joy we get before all the bullshit comes in and takes all the happy) since I was 11 years old. 7 years, I had suffered in silence just trying to get by, not saying a word to anyone.

Sure, you can take your medication, but it only numbs you. It takes you back to the start chemically. The medicine makes you not sad, but it doesn't give you joy, you need to create that for yourself. Doing things you enjoy as often as possible helps, so does talking to friends, family, and a therapist can help with those. 

Don't let other peoples bullshit interrupt your state of bliss. Block those fuckers out, and focus on you. Don't focus on the recession, tax increases, or other crimes. Focus on yourself, and by doing such, you can help make a difference in your life, a friends, or maybe even another unknown souls life.