I’m not talking about my own. My SAD hasn’t kicked in yet, and I’m still doing pretty well mentally. I’m thankful for that.
But still, depression sucks.
It sucks when someone you love is struggling with depression to the point that they can’t get the things done that they need to do. That they find it difficult to get out of bed in the mornings. That they get angry and sad, and they don’t want to talk. They don’t really want to do much of anything.
It sucks when they’re far away, and you know they’re hurting but there’s nothing you can do to help. You want to hug them and squeeze all the sad out. Take all the pain away. Help them with all the things they’re struggling to do, so that they don’t have the guilt of not doing it weighing on them.
It sucks for those suffering with it. And it sucks for those who love them.
It just sucks.