i was in the car with my dad and he said to me, “hey theres a sticker on that car with uh, that guy on it” and the car drove away before i could see it so my dad was trying to describe it to me he was like, “his face is inside of his hat” and i was like dad what in the world are you trying to say. so later i had completely forgotten about the whole thing but apparently he was still hung up on it cause he handed me a piece of paper with a small drawing on it and said “this is the guy”
People who aren’t depressed don’t understand that depression isn’t something that goes away after a day or two. They don’t understand that me being okay one day doesn’t mean that my depression is all gone. They say they’re here for me, but then get annoyed when I tell them I’m upset everyday. They don’t understand that depression isn’t a feeling, it’s an illness.
