Depression is not beautiful girls shattering at the wrists, a tragically beautiful battle for their sanity, their boyfriends repeatedly whispering “I love you” into their ears.

Depression is not Lana Del Rey music, dripping mascara and cigarettes.

Depression is not being able to get out of bed for days because your feet do not believe that they will not shatter on impact with the floor.

Depression is when summoning the willpower to get up to go to the bathroom is the most brave thing you will do that day.

Depression is staring blankly at the wall for hours because your body refuses to believe it is capable of movement.

Depression is when every bone in your body aches but you have to continue to struggle through each movement because you can’t skip school for depression.

Depression is not being able to write for weeks because the only words you can produce are “trapped” “drowning” and “I swear to God I’m trying”.

Depression is ignoring every phone call you get for months because yes they do have the right number but you’re not the person they want to talk to, not anymore.