"What's depression like?" he asked.

It's like being at the bottom of the ocean and not being able to breathe, but seeing everyone around you breathing.

It's like trying to move on, but not knowing which direction is forward.

It's like going to sleep wishing and hoping you don't wake up in the morning.

It's like feeling 100% worthless and not knowing your purpose.

It's like feeling like you did something to make everyone say stuff about you.

It's like feeling that you will never be good enough to accomplish anything.

It's when you believe any and everything that has been said about you.

It makes you look at every flaw you have.

It makes you imagine flaws that don't exist.

It makes me who I am.

It makes me someone I don't want to be.