Depression is not the same to everyone, we all know this. My depression looks nothing like yours and never will; not that I am special we are just different.

My world turned upside down is another person’s Monday.

When you look at a person you never get to see the darkness or light within them. You never get to hear their soul.

That would be a completely different experience, seeing someone not as a person but as colours and sounds emanating from their body. The world would be a completely different place, we wouldn’t view people or situations the same.

What colour would you be?