Just from my perspective, so YMMV.
It’s like you’re caught in a river and you’re holding onto a branch and you’re watching other people wander by on the bank, and they’re looking at you funny because you’re not able to keep up with them.
And you ask for help, but mostly people will shout encouraging words at you and keep moving on. Occasionally, someone stops to help you hold on, so you’re a little better, but eventually they get really fucking tired of helping you hold on and they give up and go on with their own lives.
You get exhausted just from holding onto the branch and doing your absolute best not to let go and let the river take you.
That’s depression. Struggling every minute of every day to hold on while everyone else ignores it out of a need to observe decorum, or you get encouraging words from people who are just passing by, or you get yelled at for not pulling yourself forward against the river by people who’ve never even put a pinkie toe in that river.
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