“How can you see trees, animals, beautiful things, and happy children and still be depressed?”
Depression is not a reaction to something. It sees the trees blowing in the wind and tells you that you are worth less than them. It sees your friends smiling at you and tells you that they’d all be better off if you were to not exist.
It sees your heart and tells you that someone else deserves it more than you.
And not only do you have to keep on existing through the pain, but you have to find beauty in the trees, smile back at your friends as if nothing is wrong, and continue to let your heart beat.
Worse yet, you have to look into a child’s innocent smiling eyes and pray to the skies that they never know what this pain is like.
Do not tell me there is beauty all around when your narrator is different than mine.
There is no reason to live if those reasons don’t change what is happening to me.