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The Depressed, Depressers and Depressees

Don't ask me what a Depresser or Depressee is, because I have no idea whatsoever. It just sounded like a good, snappy title. However, today we're going to talk about something that'll probably get me a bunch of hateful comments calling me all sorts of rude things: depression among teenagers.

Definition (I seem to use this a lot these days...): feelings of severe despondency and dejection.
Now, according to all the depressed people the universe - or at least, the ones who make posts about depression - it's far more than that. According to them, when you're depressed, you can't feel anything. It feels like everyone hates you. You don't want to live anymore. Now personally, I've never been depressed (at least, not that I know of - although considering I've never really checked, that may not count for much. OHMYGOD, am I depressed???), so I can't tell you for sure whether or not that's true. What I can tell you, though, is that every time you feel sad, you aren't necessarily depressed. 

Every time I'm on Google+, I see at least one post featuring depression in my stream. Now I'll be honest, that's pretty sad. I mean, seriously. Why on earth would you be DEPRESSED? It's one thing to be sad, but quite another to be depressed. I can understand someone with terminal cancer being depressed, and I can understand some guy who is being eaten by a grizzly bear (a grisly affair, no doubt, getting eaten by a bear.) being depressed, but some teenager who's being bullied being depressed? I think that's a bit much.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to belittle depression or bullying or anything of that sort. I've been bullied too, and I know it's no fun. What I'm trying to say is that that's no reason to take a blade to your skin or hang yourself from a ceiling fan. Being bullied isn't the end of the world. It's nasty, but it's just something that happens. Look at it like this: there isn't a single person I can think of who is rich and famous who hasn't, at least at some point, been bullied. 

I just want to let all you teenagers out there know: don't let those bullies get to you. It's when you do that it gets really bad. Now if I was a normal person, I'd probably end with a deep and meaningful quote about suicide, but I'm not, so I'm going to end with the full stop on the right.

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