When you tell someone you have depression,
it's like letting your principal read you diary.
Or like reading half a book, then returning it.
Maybe it's like ordering a steak, but being allergic to it.
It can be a million different things, some worse some easier.
It depends.
Depends on what?
If you have blond hair?
Or blue eyes?
It depends on everything and nothing all at once.
Be different.
Be unique.
Be you.