When my sister told me she had depression I cried.
And Cried
And Cried
then i understood because i would too from everything we have gone through.
She makes me smile and laugh but also cry and fight with her.
She has some good days but somedays she has bad ones where she tells me its getting harder to get out of her bed or not to overdose but even though she might think i dont pay attention to her or watch or listen is very small i look up to her, She is 1 in a million to me and very rare