Depression is real and so are its lessons.
I am an optimist. Or at least I try to be, in most situations. I like pointing out a silver lining, or the bleakest ray of hope when the world seems to be coming to an end. Not to be confused with delusion though, I am a plain optimist.
The importance of this positive attitude, as one might say, I only came to realise when I seemed to have lost it. It was not only replaced by pessimism, but also emptiness and zero hope. There were times when I would wake up and wonder what the point of everything was, and if it was even worth getting out of bed. I'm going to go ahead and talk about my depression and what it taught me, because: