Dear Everyone Who Is Battling The Invisible Monster,

     You know it's a common thing to say in this day and age, "I'm so depressed."

     "Ugh kill me."

     "If I fail this test just tell me to slit my wrists."

     "Depressed?! Who do you think I am?!"

     And I'll tell you who they think you are. They think you're one of the people who run one of those sad quote Instagram accounts. They think the pinacle of your "depression" is a beautiful person who used to be happy, is now sad, cue your prince or princess to come and rescue you. They think you're one of two things. Either you're an angel with broken wings, thin and hauntingly pretty. The person who will turn around and give motivational speeches to walls they think are listening, after they decide to climb out of bed and realize that other people have it worse.

      Or.

      You're the person who is insulted by people saying, "Why is he like that?" "I don't know, he's depressed or something."
      It's a wonder anyone is ever depressed. I mean, those kids in Africa really should be the sad ones. But that makes me wonder, which of those little orphans is truly the most cursed. That child should be the sad one, the others have it better. But wait, why stop there? If only the heavens could conduct a misery census. The human on this planet that is the most heavy laden with weight and worry is the only person who can be depressed. Congratulations.
      But, you see, why do we only do this with sadness? Why do we not see a child laughing and ask, "Why are they laughing?" "I dont know, the kid thinks it's happy or something." Why isn't it a universal, unspoken law that, you can't be happy because other people have it better than you. Since when did we have to be the best or worst at having human emotions. When did we start making lists of emotions that are socially acceptable to broadcast to the world? Why are there feelings that grow homes inbetween our ribs that get pushed under the refrigerator with the other bits of dust.

      Because sometimes you are drowning in an ocean that no one else can see. And we, as humans, learn pretty quick to not seek help, because the best most people have to offer is a sugarcoated, "get over it."
      And that's the invisible monster that lives among us.

      The Troll

      So what I've learned today? I've learned that the video above is the best description of the invisible monster I've ever heard. And that hearing that description, was exactly what I needed in order to feel entitled to an "off day".

      Take care.
      Signed,
      Emma