“Life seems quite a high price to pay when you are depressed.”

This statement is far from being an over exaggerated, pity me, type response. For anyone struggling with depression will be able to relate to it absolutely.

On a more personal and hyper local note: If you’ve seen me, bumped into me, tried talking to me in recent days, then I’ll have almost certainly have not been able to do a ‘brave face’.

I probably came across: distant, quiet, uncommunicative, weird, sad, tearful, aloof, uninterested etc.

Just know I wasn’t being rude and it certainly wasn’t personal; I’m really struggling.

I’d rather try to just muddle on through things, but when it starts to affect how I interact with people, if only for a brief moment, then I feel it’s better for me to just say what’s going on with me.

Rather than totally and absolutely distance myself even further.

It upsets me greatly that my depression can not only ruin friendships, relationships, but also just those brief social encounters that ordinarily I can handle.

I just can’t right now.