Depression

Understanding depression more than just sadness

For many, depression is just a word, a mood, or something you say when you're having a bad day. But I came to understand the real depth of it not because I experienced it myself, but because I stood beside someone who was drowning in it. And witnessing that journey changed the way I define depression forever.

He was once full of life, someone who loved loud music, energy, and laughter. But when depression came, it took all of that away. He became emotionally drained, mentally exhausted, and he was physically weak. It was like a silent storm had moved into his life and taken over everything.
Sounds and music were something he loved but they all became unbearable, noise became pain.
Conversations he once enjoyed turned into a big task. It was like even his brain couldn’t handle the world anymore, he was giving up mentally 🥺

People often think depression is about being sad or unhappy But it’s not just sadness. It’s emptiness, It’s confusion, It’s silence so loud that it drives you mad. It’s being surrounded by people but feeling completely alone.

And you know the worst part? He didn’t get the support he needed, family and friends were not helping matters, Only one person was there for him before I came into the picture, and carrying the weight of someone’s depression alone is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. When I stepped in, I tried everything. I cooked for him, stayed with him, talked to him, I listened to him, but he would lose his appetite before the food even hit his tongue. I cooked 5–6 times a day sometimes, and he still couldn’t eat. You know how hard you try to make someone fine but all your efforts seem useless. I was tired, yes,but I stayed, because deep down, I knew he needed someone to believe in him, even when he didn’t believe in himself.

He once told me that death felt like the only way out. He didn’t say it with fear or an act of drama, you know how you would say something but would be unsure of what you said, but this, he said it with calm, as if it was peace he was finally waiting for. And when he said it was time, I knew what he meant.
Difficult to accept but I have to take it

Depression had taken him so far down a path that he couldn’t find a way back. It’s a pain I still carry with me.

That’s when I realized, depression is not just a phase or mood. It’s not just feeling down. It’s a disease of the mind and heart, one that can consume a person so fully that life itself begins to lose meaning. And money, medicine, food,none of those things are guaranteed solutions. You could imagine how bad it was🥲

We need to stop treating depression like it’s just a temporary emotion. We need to be present, to be understanding, and most importantly, to be kind. You never know what battle someone is fighting silently.

Depression is real, and it is dangerous. If you know someone going through it, please don’t wait to be their light. Reach out, support them, love them, even if they push you away. Learn to be patient, Because sometimes, just your presence can be the one thing that keeps them hanging on.

Take care of yourself. Take care of each other. This world is already heavy and we don’t need to carry it alone.