The problem with depression is that sometimes even during your good days there’s still this background radiation of suicidal ideation, whether it’s a passive “I wish I was dead” or an active “I should kill myself”
And you learn to live with this eventually - you can get used to the most awful things, it turns out - but the problem is this concept is basically impossible to explain to someone who hasn’t experienced it
And you quickly learn that even your most supportive neurotypical friends and family mostly think you should just snap out of it and stop feeling sorry for yourself, and the fact that they literally do not understand that this mental state isn’t a choice hurts far more than anything going on inside your own head
This is what makes me feel bad. Cause i try to understand but i just can’t. No matter how much my friends tell me how it is, and how open to the idea i am, i just can’t. I understand that they can’t snap out of it, because it is also a huge part of their life and it is something with their brain and not just a “phase” or anything like that. But i keep trying to understand and i listen to them no matter how confused i am. I think that is what people even if they don’t have any disorders or anything like that should do. Even if they don’t understand they shouldn’t agree with something that is wrong.
Eh, you shouldn’t feel too bad. At least you try to put yourself in their, our, shoes. Most people who never experienced a long period of depression (for whatever reason) could really not care less because, hey, it’s not their problem. It’s easy for them. Trust me and I don’t mean it in a cruel way, you will never understand and I hope you won’t have to deal with it first hand. I wouldn’t want to wish depression on my own worst enemy; wanting to die is not fun and having to put up with the constant pressure and anxiety of it is. Not. Pleasant.
Just try to be there for your friends. It must mean a ton for them.
Sometimes I feel like this is the general response whenever I bring up any insecurities, social anxiety, and depression.
This is actually more of a reality now that I think back on it and past/present experiences.