I know I’m a horrible person for saying this, but someone I know said they were experiencing “depression” from a medicine: “I had no motivation for the last months.” No. depression is: not having the motivation to get up each and every day, no motivation to eat/shower/live, days spent in bed, every night crying yourself to sleep, 50 cuts a leg to feel better, thinking about suicide every single fucking day. But everybody cares about her problems more than mine. I told my dad I sometimes have bad headaches where I have to lie in the dark and not do anything and he’s just like sorry take some meds. This person says she has headaches and my dad is like you probably have migraines and then everybody is like ohmigod I’m soooo sorry. I’m sorry for the rant; it’s just so frustrating that nobody gets the scale of my problems. Maybe just because I’m better at hiding how I feel and she shares every little fucking thing. On a different note, I keep on having a harder and harder time falling asleep and any time I’m around people I need to escape/hide and I get very panicky-even in a store. Is this social anxiety? It’s gotten a lot worse over the last few months.