• Sleeping all day.
• Not sleeping at all.
• Having no appetite.
• Eating everything in sight.
• Going through the day with a smile on your face.
• Feeling numb.
• Dragging yourself through each day because that’s what others expect of you.
• Always feeling like you are covered with a thick, scratchy, woolen blanket and huddled at the bottom of a well.
• Not having enough energy to make a meal or do the dishes or vacuum the floor.
• Hearing that this life is amazing and worth it and how you will see that if only you will exercise or get out more or volunteer somewhere.
• Knowing that everyone is lying to you, knowing that you are really ugly and stupid and worthless.
• Feeling like you’re walking through a suffocating blanket of mist and fog.
• Needing to read the same page over and over in a book, and still not understanding what you read.
• Sitting for hours on your couch, watching Andy Griffith reruns
• Being told that your worse day is not nearly as bad as that stranger’s who was just diagnosed with cancer or the father who just lost his job and his house, even as you try to figure out how many pills it will take to kill you on that day you’ve chosen to be your last.

Depression is so much more than you think.