Depression is an arrogant illness. By that I don’t mean that sufferers like me are arrogant, or that it makes us into arrogant people. Depression grips the mind and only allows it to see one reality as the only possible reality. One of the biggest struggles for sufferers is simply to fight lower of that grip even for a while, to see the other realities of life.

Friends and loved ones who remind us of those realities and don’t pressure us are so precious to us.