Boys get sad, too. They get quiet. They allow themselves to become alienated. They isolate themselves. They say they hate themselves. They question their existence. They brush it off. They pick themselves up. They carry on.
What purpose does depression serve? What good does it do? Why does it have this particular effect? Why does it exist? What, ultimately, is depression anyway? Is it a personal experience that only you and you alone can truly understand? Or is it a blanket term for anyone going through a difficult time? I discuss why the conversation around depression is imperative to find our purpose.