"Depression isn’t chicken pox. You don’t beat it once and it’s gone forever. It’s something you live with. And the scariest part is, after a while, you become numb to it. It becomes normal for you and, what you really fear the most, isn’t the suffering inside of you, it’s the stigma inside of others. It’s the shame, it’s the embarrassment, it’s the disapproving look on a friend’s face, it’s the whispers in the hallway that you’re weak. It’s the comments that you’re crazy. That’s what keeps you from getting help. That’s what makes you hold it in and hide it… We live in a world where, if you break your arm, everyone runs over to sign your cast but, if you tell them you’re depressed, everyone runs the other way… We are so accepting of any body part breaking down, except our brains, and that’s ignorance.”