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The whole story is

Sometimes people think that they know you, but they really don't - they only know a few facts about you, they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them.
Sometimes people think that as human beings, we can survive almost anything, as long as we see the end in sight. But the thing about depression is that it's impossible to ever see the end - depression is so insidious and it compounds daily.
Sometimes people think that they can understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness and loneliness you're going through - but they can't, they will never.
The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can't get away from it - it's like a lifelong fight to keep myself from sinking.