By far the worst part of depression is the response from people without depression. I wanted to scream at everyone who told me to “just smile” or “try talking to someone.” Everyone was always trying to fix me. I didn’t fixing. I needed someone to lie with me in bed and hold me until I could breathe. I needed someone to hold my hand and trust me to be able to fight this monster.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/anonymous/2013/12/people-without-depression-dont-understand-what-its-like-to-live-with-it/