"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hearth disease has been labeled the silent killer, which the more I discover about the human psyche and how it affects are bodies, I couldn't agree more with the label.
There are people we interact with everyday that are half a second away from being done with this world. They smile, many even make us smile; all while struggling to even put a coherent sentence together.
No one really knows or understand what depression is or where it comes from but we do have great working theories and guesses. We have even found a way to blame the brain.
In the end they're just that, guesses and theories. Everyone's depression is different.
One thing I do know is love helps. It does not end the fight and its hard to say it makes it easier, but it definitely helps.
What are you going to do to spread love today?
"Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet."