This Thing We Call Depression

There's a story I'd like to tell,
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.

This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Weeks,
Months.

Months of this thing inside of her.

This thing that we call
Depression.

There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."

However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Unhappiness,
Broken dreams,
Anger,
Grief,
Loneliness...
Everyone knows all those things.

She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.

Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
Not temporarily,
But for days..
Weeks..
Months.

Months of this thing inside of her.

This thing
That we call

Depression.