"what is depression like?"
It's like I'm walking upstream, the current is so strong,
that it keeps knocking me over.
My friends are there too, they stroll across the bank, telling me
to "just get out of the water".
But they never lend a hand in which to help me.
Sometimes I find a rock which is strong enough for me to rest
on.
But even the rock gets tired, eventually.
And it throws me 50ft under.
But nothing in the world is harder than standing back up,
when everything inside you in screaming how much easier it would be
if you just
let yourself get dragged under.