The worst thing about depression, to me, is its inherent narcissism. Narcissism is stupid for a lot of reasons, but mainly because it makes it so damn hard to have empathy for other human beings. When you are really truly depressed, you know you will stay that way forever, the same way you know you were never once happy in your life before.
Not being able to empathasize with other people makes it difficult to form relationships with other people, which is frustrating because depression isn’t something that can be battled alone:it is bigger than you, if only because it alters your sense of size.
Most depressed people don’t want to be narcissists, or unintentionally hurtful, but its hard to find the way out. In the end, you have to do the seemingly paradoxical and hugely difficult task of loving yourself first. Only then can you feel safe enough to admit your flaws, and to connect with other people.
A depressed person forgets, as I have forgotten, that there are millions of people who have been depressed and beaten it. No matter how alone in your pain you feel, you have a lot more in common with people youve never even met right now. And there are people who have been where you are, and come out the other side.
Ask them how they did it. They will tell you.