Depression is different for everyone. It can be triggered & aggravated internally or externally. For some, its mild, others its severe. Regardless of your experience, it doesn't make it any less painful & debilitating.
My Experience:
When I was 13 years old my dad got a new job & my parents, older brother & I moved to Colorado. We arrived 2 weeks before I started 7th grade. I hated the move; I dreaded the new life I was about to begin. In the end I loved it. That December I turned 14 years old. The following January I caught a nasty virus. A week later I had mostly recovered & we went to Estes Park over MLK weekend. I hated it & threatened to kill my mom. My parents thought it was because I was a teenager, my autism, & anxiety. Over the next week I was sleeping all day, I barely ate & drank, I had lost interest in everything. At the end of the week I told my parents I didn't care whether I lived or died. My parents told me that they expected I would of committed suicide with 1-2 days. They immediately pulled me out of school, put me in counseling & on a antidepressant. The psychologists said that depression & PTSD is often comorbid with the autism spectrum. I ended up going the depression route. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel & started pulling myself out the hole I was in. I spent the following year in after school social groups and was back in school that fall.
The depression lasted for about three years. It shifted my baseline; I was more sensitive, emotional, & couldn't handle things as well. Suicidal thoughts would pop in my head periodically. It aggravated the anxiety issues I already have, including social anxiety. According to a diary entry, some of the thoughts & feelings included: little confidence in myself, a lot of anger, scared, good friends, little thought to my own health, smart, lonely, hope, worthless to some, self ashamed, guilt, never satisfied, kind, hurt myself, & useless.
What I didn't know back then was for the two years before MLK weekend I was apathetic. I didn't care about my health anymore. I was moving through the motions, barely engaging.
The depression still lingers in the shadows & I'm still on the antidepressant 11 years later. However, today I am doing much better. One of the key pieces to my recovery has been the two dogs I grew up & my beasties--dog & kitten. I am living independently & am graduating with my bachelors.
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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. ~ Edmund Burke