Will depression ever be understood?

My friend has cancer. She has been so sick from the chemotherapy that at times, she wishes she never started treatment. She’s really suffering. Fortunately, she has lots of support from good friends who cook for her and visit.

I have depression. Sometimes I am so sick all I want to do is sleep. While my friends call to check up on me, no one cooks for me or visits.

Why the difference?

Most people just don't understand depression.

I remember reading somewhere about a man who had severe depression. He had a friend who visited him. There was little conversation - the friend just massaged his feet. How comforted the suffering man must have felt.

If you would like to help others understand this illness, suggest that they read "Darkness Visible - A Memoir of Madness" by William Styron.