You asked me how depression felt, and this is all I could come up with. It feels like I’m walking upstream through a current strong enough to pull me under four times over. There are others, with me but they are walking along the banks telling me to “Just get out of the water.” But instead of extending a hand in help they just move on and leave me behind. Every once in a while I find a rock that is strong enough for me to lean on, and I can rest for a bit. But the rocks always get tired of holding me up, and when they let go, I’m left drowning, thrown 50 ft. Back again. And nothing is harder than standing up in that current, when everything in you is telling you how much easier things would be if you just let yourself get dragged under.