Why Depression And Mental Illness Are So Hard For Other People To Understand

The stigma doesn't help.

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By: Susie B. Cross

One morning in early April, my friend woke up, heard her name, and retched. The pattern continued for months, to the point that we all gingerly avoided saying her name.

Eventually, she and her psychiatrist connected this alarming trend with her depression — and her physiological response was not a good sign.

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She wasn’t mildly or moderately sick any more; she was stepping into the quicksand territory of Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), and long walks, therapy, and meds weren’t enough to pull her out. By early September, she willingly and very consciously took her own life.

And I understood, too intimately, why.

My friend’s somatic response is not something you can Google. WebMD symptom-checker wouldn’t be much help either. MDD has way too many iterations to be detailed in a single, bulleted list.

About 6 percent of Americans will experience at least one (but most likely more) major depressive episode in our lives. The Normals, the other 94 percent who remain unaffected by our sickness, obviously have no personal experience with — or first-hand knowledge of — MDD.


That means only about 20,000 out of a three and a quarter million population will be stuck to battle a largely dismissed mental illness.

We are an elite minority. But, believe me, I’m not bragging.

Mild depression (more familiar to the masses than its more severe form) is like being relentlessly cold; MDD is like having extreme frostbite. One makes you uncomfortably shiver; the other blackens, rots and kills parts of you. And being chilled is easier to treat than frostbite.

When moderately sick, my symptoms are textbook: I am unmotivated, I lose interest in things I previously enjoyed, I can’t concentrate.

When I dip into a major depression, those symptoms are predictably more extreme — but they’re also compounded by odd manifestations, unlike anything I’ve ever read about (and I eat up pretty much everything I can re mental health).


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The last time was 836 days, straight, of this:

  • Extreme lethargy: Dishes went unwashed and laundry piled and piled, but I also lost the ability to easily perform many basic actions like sharpening a pencil or even brushing a stray hair out of my eyes.
  • A stutter: Retrieving words was not guaranteed (even being able to conjure “the” or “I”). I had to write down, in detail, things I wanted to tell the doctor or the woman at the deli. I avoided any human who might say “hello,” for fear I could not say it back.
  • Stalled movement: Walking, automatic for most, became unreliable. I might take 20 steps with ease, but be unable to take the 21st. I could be frozen in space for 3 seconds or 20.
  • Unpleasant sensations: Any physical contact was uncomfortable, but hugs were unbearable. My skin felt raw and assaulted by centipedes and needle pricks.
  • The inexplicable: I came to hate sunshine, avocados, and the color pink. And, most of all, I hated myself.

Words really can’t explain the depth of Major Depressive Disorder. Stigma persists, though, not because the Normals don’t understand — but because they think they do.

They are the ones who hear “I can’t get out of bed” and jump to “Well, don’t we all wish we had the luxury to lounge all day.” They are sure that, in the same position, they would “pull themselves up by the bootstraps” and stop complaining and malingering.

Too often, lethargic becomes lazy; hopeless becomes glass half-empty; anhedonic becomes ungrateful for life’s blessings. In essence, depression becomes a weakness — and it seems like a choice.


But, what if they could somehow see that MDD is not a product of our misplaced values and priorities? Would they ever be able to revise their default judgment?  What if, instead, that same group automatically reacted with compassion.     

I once heard that “The smartest person is the one who knows they don’t know.” I wish every single human was like this and I wish there was more sincere empathy out there, but sadly there isn’t. And, until that 94 percent change their faulty thinking, the stigma will sadly strengthen itself, and your neighbor, brother, or teacher won’t be able to communicate their struggles honestly.

Wouldn’t it be amazing if the Normals could admit they can’t understand (we won’t fault them!) — and open their minds and arms to us?


I’m hoping that this is where we’re headed. But I’m also not holding my breath. Our only option is to continue on patiently, misunderstood, and isolated, trying to ally ourselves with that not-always-so-easy-to-find 6 percent. And give it time. And then some more time.

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Susie B. Cross is a writer who focuses on mental health, depression, parenting, and relationships.