Oh for a bit of "manic".
From what I've heard it goes someway to justify the "downs".
It is a really nasty thing to find that your best friend throughout your whole life, your brain, is now NOT to be relied upon.
It tells you lies.
It tells you that you are less than nothing.
It tells you that the world would be a better place without you on it.
It tells you that no one would care if you left.
It sees an altered "truth" in events around you.
At home,I am a seriously depressed soul.
But when I am out in the company of others, I am a totally different person.
I am humourous. I am sympathetic. I am "normal".
I dont say this for my own sake, but to try explaining what it is to be "depressed".
But unfortunately all cases are not the same. Each individual has his/her own little hell to live through.
Some get support from those closest to them, even though the depressed person is not easy to get close to.
Some do not get diagnosed, and alienate those from whom they most crave affection.
It is sometimes almost impossible to seperate cause from effect.
I am now rambling.
Fellow sufferers, keep trying.
Do not give in.
'nuff said.