So a while ago I wrote an article about how I had depression and came close to taking my life a couple times a few years back. I'm feeling fine now and I have a support group of friends that always are there to help me on what could be a bad day. A reason why I didn't ever talk about my depression around other people, is because when I tried, people just brushed it off as me just being moody or sad because I wasn't what the picture of what depression was, and I always had a big smile on my face.

However, in the same why all great TV and movie group get together, I met a group of people like me who were people with depression and weren't getting the help that they needed and should have gotten, by friends or family. We talked about how at times we tried to talk to people about it but no one would listen because, there were other problems do deal with at the moment or we just weren't the textbook picture of what someone with depression was. We were just people who were overreacting to little things that happened in their lives. We were strong together because we knew what everyone was dealing with and knew the punishment of what could happen if someone didn't get the help that they needed in time.

Now while I have not contacted those people in a while, we still check up on each other every now and again to see if everything is okay, we're happy in our lives now, with jobs, relationships, and life getting better, we know that we may never be perfectly cured, but we know that we all had something in common, we were all depressed souls who had no one to understand us, we stood tall and together misunderstood by the world and trying to control our feelings more than let them control us. We never wanted to say one of us had worse depression than the others did or someone was faking depression to fit in. We were just us and we were happy to have some who was just willing to listen.