Depression: What It Means To Be Alive?

“Looking at this beautiful scenery. It makes me feel melancholy. The world looks so perfect when seen through this rose-colored glasses. It’s like I’m looking at an illusion. Sometimes, I wonder if I really exist.”

“What are you talking about? Of course, you exist. You’re not making sense.”

“Do I really? Exist, I mean. It doesn’t feel that way. Sometimes, I have to wonder if I’m even still alive. It hurts. I feel depressed and alone. I feel invisible and insignificant. It’s like I don’t matter, like no one will care if I’m not here anymore. Sometimes, I want to just give up and say goodbye. Why am I still here?”

“You feel pain? You said ‘it hurts’.”

“Yes, it does. It hurts so much that I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You’re crying.”

“Because it hurts.”

“That settles it then.”

“What?”

“You exist, you’re alive. You’re here, right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you feel pain, sorrow, hurt, anguish, depression, despair, loneliness, doesn’t that mean that you’re alive?”

“Is that what it means to be alive? I’m not sure I like that.”

*Notes:
- Depression poster is from Amazon.com