A word commonly used.
For economical concepts. For meteorological terms. For mental health perspective.
Due to its vague and broad description, I have never been able to figure the actual meaning of it.
I have seen depression in its most extreme cases when my visited my dad every second week in the psychiatric hospital for two years.
I have seen it when kneeled down my aunts grave who took her own life.
At the same time I have heard teenagers claiming being depressed because homework sucks.
I do have the symptons , but I have always avoided using the term depression on myself.
In my previous post Self love I explain how a psychiatrist once concluded that I lack self love.
How is it that I lack self love when others are bullying me?!
I have been called the depressed by others for the most insane reasons.
Because I usually wear black.
Because I don’t like summer.
Because I prefer the dark over light.
In my opinion, this description doesn’t lead to someone who is depressed.
I am just someone who prefers to cozy up in a blanket when it’s cold and dark outside. Someone who has no sense of fashion or time or doesn’t care and chooses what is easiest, dark colors.
As I said in the beginning of this post, depression is a term used (too) often.
But it like to add “Depression is a term MISUSED too often!”.
Don’t be that person who randomly talks people into depression without knowing what it means.