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Two questions can be asked to know if you or a loved one is depressed, or just feeling miserable: 1. How long is it lasting? 2. Is it taking control over my life? Men are diagnosed far less with depression than women. Why do you suppose that is? Probably the same reason why there are more women in therapy than men. Growing up, boys are raised to be "men", the stupid boxed PERFECTED definition of what a man needs to and should be. Unfortunately, this box does not and will not do society any good, not only does it place the men who can't fit inside as outcasts, but it also places women in a place of inferiority. To be violent and to be tough is part of a man's boxed definition, to be emotional and submissive is a woman's requirement. The outcome we see is women having more "freedom" to speak of their issues then men, because she is seen as an "emotional being" she then becomes "allowed " to act like one. Whereas a man may no...

Bright sunny day. Birds chirping. Great, I'm alive again. I don’t want to wake up. No, you're already awake, you mean you don’t want to get up, right? NO, I meant I don’t want to wake up. The snooze button can only work for so long. Slide out of bed and the first person I meet today, my enemy. Yes, you, staring right back at me, what do you want? And why does it look like you gained more weight? Did your thighs get bigger? Yes, you. Look at me when I talk to you. That’s right, you can cry, feel sorry for yourself and look the other way, you are no good for anything. No one likes you. I don’t like you. What are you doing? Yes, you, in the mirror, I'm talking to you. Why do you make me look so ugly? Am I really that bad? How can people stand to look at my face? I know I can't. I look away. Disgust, shame and the passion to be sad. I cannot find this beauty people speak about, the beauty of life. Let me be, leave me to stay sad, it is all I know how to feel. Depression...