Some people perceive depression to be nothing other than profound sadness. They associate every element and every symptom of depression to be just another phase or mood when, in fact, it is not what it is perceived to be. Depression is not sadness and certainly not a mood. It is a state of mind, one that is certainly not very pleasant; one that can severely affect life and the ongoing processes of it.
Depression is that stinging bee that does not hum but stays around as long as it wants; as long as you are not fast enough to catch it or move away from it. Trying to get out of depression, the state of mind is a choice but getting in it is never one. Nobody chooses to be sick; sickness comes itself.
It is how the events of our life follow that we become prone to mental illnesses; it is how we take what life throws at us that we become sick, not in our bodies but in our minds. We do not choose to dive into a pit of sadness because it is what we are expected to do when life does not favor us, we do not choose it at all. It is not even exactly a pit of sadness.
Depression is inertia. Depression is constancy. Depression is looking up into the sky and not noticing the disturbance of clouds because you never really look. It is your eyes that are fixed but your brain wanders about places that are empty, where every step you take, every word you utter echoes back to you and where nobody is there to listen and reply to your voices.
Depression is not sadness, but it is sad. It is the name to a feeling that takes away all hope, drains you of aspirations and sucks every inch of life left in you. Meaning from things disappears, smiles are not cheerful because you know what comes after them and every other day is nothing but long hours of contemplating the bewildering purposelessness your life has become. - Continue reading on next page