I'll add in my own experience. Kind of long.
It was the ninth grade, finally transitioning to moving higher, feeling like you were given higher equality and standards. Yet the work had doubled up on my mentality. I was getting stressed. My paretns wanted me to become a hihg level student when they know I wasn't the eprson for it. Now, that does not mean I was misfit or a dunce who cheated. I was very capable of getting A's and beyond. But education never gave me enthusiasm, more so once I realized that it's best to head to a community college, learn there, and find who you were. But that's not where I'm heading to. Now, it's ninth grade, work, stress, teachers looking at me with disappointment.
I was fueled with hatred, anger, sadness, felt as if in a pit of despair. I don't know exactly what it was. I was a perfect human being. But once class started, I entered the room, took my seat and began bawling into the sleeve of my jacket. I had no reason to. I had pets, nature's anti depressants, a loving family, I didn't work, I had everything that a child need. So what was the reason for having to cry? That's what still makes me worried today. It escapes my grasp of why I was crying with no chance or evidence that something was wrong. People believed I was suicidal or not in the best mental health. Once I headed home, I was myself but in that institution called high school, I felt threatened, my sanity collapsing.
I needed professional help, not from the school itself but also outside services. They talked and asked what was wrong, I gave them that there was nothing wrong, I had wonderful friends that cared for me who are still with me today, five to six years later. They never saw me cry by the way. Now it might sound foolish that I had no reason to be in a depression and it is not valid. But the problem was, I couldn't do work, I couldn't think rationally, I was stricken with symptoms so close to depression when the cause didn't even exist. I couldn't even properly learn. This happened since the beginning of High school up until winter, so four to five months, grades plummeting down the drain.
Then, it stopped. I don't know what it was. I felt empowered. It was a horrible experience but without it, I believe I wouldn't be the same person. I was borderline failing all my classes and I laughed to myself. Everyone looked out for me, saying I'd have to go to summer school, to which I replied by shaking my head and gaining motivation to pass. I put work into everything I have done for finals, coming out with a bad G.P.A that hampered my education at the time. It didn't matter to me, cause by the time I escaped the submission hold depression had on me, I felt loved, even when no one was actually loving me. I'm not sure, maybe I was possessed. Either way, I became a better person.
In honesty, sometimes, the cause or experience can be quite horrific. But at the end of the day, ask yourself. Once you left that depressed state or battling it. Did it make you feel like a better person? Making you value the friendships and belongings close to you instead of before? We take things for granted and can easily be taken away by fate or some unknown power. Not heading to a religious topic but in a timely manner that all things expire. Best to love them, if not, you will miss them more.
Honestly, I was never truly free till after that moment cause I told everyone I knew, teachers, peers, friends and family that I want to be me and not be a factor or a by product of societies supposed stereotype of children. I was a human being with free will and I choose to move at my pace. Anything else, you'll be disappointed. In return, it allows individuals to come know me, wanting to know who I was and show them that there are people that genuinely can think for themselves and not blinded by materials.
If you are the kind that don't like reading and prefer a short version. Don't give up, depression hampers with many things in your daily life. But the blessing of a depression is when one kicks it away, cause now you can appreciate things next to you. It is best to take what you got out of the experience in a positive light instead of a negative pattern. Believe me, you will grow to learn and love what is around you and eliminate waste that only hampers the safe, mental health all humans need. You are never alone, never for a second truly think that you are alone. Cause you will be wrong, someone, anybody will always have your side and wants to help you, even when it is someone else. They will love you, cherish you and give you hope for what's to come.
Remember this though. Your best source for love, is yourself. If you don't love yourself, why would anyone else show it to you? And in the end, we all need a hug, no matter who it is from. That's why I help those that are in need of my opinion, I care for the best in them, not wanting to see them in a sadden state, knowing that I'm there for them, every step of the way.