I believe that depression is worse than anything else. It detours your life and no one can make it stop. I believe that the gauze that stands between you and the world during a depressive episode is stronger than superman’s cape. One prays for cancer at 16 or for a drunk driver to run you over at 8. I believe anti-depressants can’t cure depression but help just a little as does therapy with the right doctor (thank you Drs Liss and Kline).
And I truly believe that no one else but another sufferer can ever understand the depth of despair and the strength getting out of bed requires when one is depressed. And little by little the light brightens and the veil lifts as a bride’s outlook on the world when she walks down the aisle or at the start of a new school year.
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