If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve to never ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side.
It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it’s one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you’ll ever do.
Mom: Ok we have to be at the gym at 10:20 if we want a spot for Zumba class, it’s always packed!
Me: *ready at 10:15*
Mom: *gets in shower at 10:15*
Mom: *puts on lipstick at 10:25*
Mom: *comes down stairs at 10:39*
Mom: Why aren’t you ready?
… I forgot we were running on Latino time here.