Depression is a scary thing.

One of the scary things about depression is how it skews one’s perception of the world, and of their life.  One hundred blessings, friends and experiences that have brought joy and laughter appear to be nothing.  One single act, phrase, or observation consumes the mind and thoughts, and just lead to more and more and more, no matter how great or small the complaints or criticisms may be.

All of the successes of one’s life crumble before a single failure.  All of the happy times with friends and family and loved ones are but hearsay after a string of harsh words.  Every compliment ever received is ash in the mouth after a single insult.

Perhaps the scariest thing about depression, though, is how it can affect anyone, no matter their lot in life.  It’s a sickness of the mind, and a poisoning of the soul that does not care who it touches, or when.  It can make the brightest star and the lowliest grains of sand feel equally without worth or purpose.  No matter how often they are told how important their light is, how firm the support they have given, it means nothing when depression hits.

It doesn’t need a trigger, though it may help.  It doesn’t need a source.  That makes it all the worse.  Depression doesn’t feel as bad when you can find out what put you in that state.  When you can’t though?  That’s when it’s really scary.

Right now, I’m scared.