Me: ugh, I am SO depressed, maybe I should get some meds.
Doc: you are not depressed. In the waiting room you giggled with a stranger. You told someone their baby was cute. You cheerfully chatted with at least five random people.
Me: but I am just so unhappy.
Doc: that is not depression, walk it off.
Depression is a serious illness. Depression isn’t about how you made poor life choices. (Like me.)
Depression is no longer finding joy in the simple things.
Depression is no longer seeing beauty.
There is no joy in the smell of butter, smell of coffee, smell of maple syrup. There is just no joy. It was sucked from you, regardless of what happens around you. It’s debilitating, it’s hard to understand, but it is NOT sadness.
I know, because I am sad, not depressed.