Dear Everyone,

I have depression.

This isn’t the sort of sadness that sticks around for a week and then goes away. It’s not the sort of thing that even has a good reason, although there might have been one originally. It’s the sort of thing that can stick with you for months or even years, is a recognised illness, and is one of the worst possible states a human can experience.

I know this news will surprise some of you. To many people reading this letter, I’m the guy who’s always happy. I’m the guy who’s always having a good time, and getting out there and doing incredible things. However for the last 4 years I haven’t been having a good time.

One of the defining symptoms of major depression is anhedonia — an inability to feel pleasure or enjoyment. You’ve probably experienced this yourself to some degree at various times; everything just seems a little more dull and plain and nothing really seems fun. With major depression, *nothing* can seem enjoyable. It can kill your motivation and your friendships, it can ruin your career, and it can cause you to give up on getting all your gold camos in Call of Duty. It’s the anhedonia that removes one of the defining *good* features of the human condition: the ability to enjoy things.

I have a lot of dear friends who have struggled, and still struggle, with depression. Some of them have been dealing with it their entire lives. I can only say that I have a new appreciation of their situation, and renewed respect for their determination and bravery.

So why am I writing about this publicly? Why am I not I just keeping this to myself and my close friends? Firstly, it’s for my own mental health. I don’t want to hide that I’m depressed; I don’t want to pretend that I’m okay when I’m not. Pretending is *exhausting*, I’ve been doing it for too long, and right now I need all the energy I can get.

But also, I don’t want anyone to have some sort of idea in their head that mental illness only affects certain types of people. I think the more of us who come out with our experiences, the more mental illness will be accepted.

I do want to be clear that I would like to raise the acceptance of mental illness in general. I have friends with bipolar, borderline personality, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a whole slew of other conditions. And you know what? They’re doing amazing things. I’m proud to have them as my friends.

For those of you that wish to know about the nuts and bolts of depression from a neurobiological standpoint, I highly recommend Robert Sapolsky’s lecture presented at Stanford University. Dr Sapolsky puts forward a convincing case that major depression has a strong biological basis, and that telling someone to “get over it” makes about as much sense as telling a diabetic they should get over that silly insulin business.

Finally, for all of you who have been helping to carry me through this: thank you. I know that I’m not always good at accepting it, but I appreciate your continuing support and patience more than I can say.

To Those Kicking Depressions Ass Everyday,

Be patient. Things will not fall into place and be fixed over night. You are not a broken toy to be taken to the shop where the bits and pieces will be reassembled until you feel brand new. No, you are human and your heart will heal slowly and tenderly. You may feel the old aches but it is okay. When that happens just breathe and remind yourself that this is part of the process.

Do not get frustrated with yourself. Your mind will whisper insecurities to you and make you second guess everything. You are working on this and it is important that you realize this when you are speaking and acting from a place of insecurity.

You have been hurt and shocked. Your trust in your loved ones has been shattered multiple times until you are still searching for the glass shards, carefully skimming your hand along the floor hoping to find one before it cuts you.

You have been diagnosed with a milieu of things you are determined to not let define you. You are more than scribbles on prescription papers. These feelings can be temporary if you allow it. People make mistakes, you will make mistakes. Your anxiety will speak to you, and pull you in every direction. It will try to suck you back into the past and this time you will resist! It will flare up in the form of impulse decisions, and impulse texts. You will just breathe.

You will not hurt yourself, or others. Do not compare your progress to others. You will not let the old pains haunt you. You will learn that what is worse than never forgiving others is to never forgive yourself. You will talk to yourself often and make sure you listen. You will know this list of things to do gets easier as the days go on, so you can do this. It’s time.

Hector