The following paragraphs are banal.
“Depression is not sadness. It’s almost not even a feeling because it felt like a void. It leans heavily towards apathy because you start wondering what’s the whole point in doing what you are doing thus rendering you incapacitated.
The scary thing is you can’t talk people out of it because they already did everything they could, often with more fervor than you suggest to no avail. The feeling of worthlessness is deafening as it’s very easy to fulfill self prophecies. It’s not difficult to find how insignificant you are in the grand scheme of thing. One look at the news and you see thousands in death count. You often wonder what differentiate you from them and there’s no justification on why they are just a statistical number and you are not. It has high doses of self loathe so compassion doesn’t work because you don’t think you deserve it. Everything looks bleak with no light at the end of the tunnel.
The triggers are always random, you have no idea what started this downward spiral because it’s most likely the accumulation of lots of thing. The problem has too many roots you can’t potential severed them all. There’s nothing you can do beside letting time passes by looking at the hopelessness of it all.”