Hard.
Depression is real. It's as real as the sky above you and the ground below. It is a vicious spiral of thoughts that send you into a cycle of self-loathing or whatever you are struggling with. It hurts. It is pain. Sometimes I think it is more pain to be emotionally drained than physically. Part of that stems from it being invisible to everyone around you. You are going through something that no one else can understand or have empathy for. Sure, others struggle, but your struggles are always unique to you. The thoughts running through your head on a daily basis have no way to be stopped. They keep coming at you and taking you over, like flames on dry wood. There is no filter, no wall, no way to keep them from entering your mind. Things are so terrible, how could they possibly get worse? Your grades, relationships, faith, health, and attitudes are suffering. You start to wonder if it would just be better for everyone to just end it. But then you think for a moment. You envision your ...