Fighting.

It's been forever since I've blogged. I'm going to make my New Year's Resolution to get back into the habit again. That's not why I'm here, though. I'm here because I found a blog post that's worth sharing, and I want to share it through every outlet available.
The Fight Goes On
Go read it and then come back. I'll be here.
Depression is an ugly disease. It kills people without a trace. And it's incredibly scary, because no one wants to admit that they're facing it. We've gotten better as a society about recognizing depression as the disease that it is, but it's still hard to admit. We don't see it like we see cancer or heart disease, so those that struggle with it don't always (usually) get the help that they need. This needs to stop.
If you are alive today, you know someone struggling with depression. Maybe you're struggling with it yourself. It's terrifying to be faced with the hopelessness that is depression without anyone to share your fear. Depression makes it impossible to believe that things can ever be okay. It makes doing anything that you once enjoyed a daunting task. It can be extremely hard to recognize depression in others, because those who suffer are fighting every day to act normal, even when they feel like nothing matters anymore. So, do me a favor. Tell everyone you meet that life is worth living. Talk to the people you love and tell them how much they mean to you.
And if you're struggling with depression right now, or maybe you're worried that it will come back soon, know that YOU ARE NEVER ALONE. There will be days, weeks, months on end when even the idea of getting out of bed seems like an insurmountable task. But never forget: depression is a lying son of a bitch. There is hope. This will end. And the people around you will fight with you to get this lying bastard away from you. Find treatment. Ask for help. Keep fighting.
Do not ever lose hope.