Dusky#8 A Post About Despair, That's Honest AF

This post is for each one of you, who's known the struggle of screaming silently in the dead of the night. Each one of you, who knows how despair is glamourised in art, to the point of it being unethical. Nobody looks pretty with tears steaming down their face, nobody looks pretty with chapped lips that tremble in cold winter nights. And you know what, that's alright. So here's a piece about despair, that's honest as fuck.
Your tears aren't as precious as they tell you, so really, just cry for your own sake, when you really want to. There's nothing wrong about shedding a few tears, if that's what it takes to cleanse your soul. There's nothing wrong in speaking up about what you're going through, because that way, you're fighting it. That way, it makes you brave and not a coward. Don't trust the novels which talk about 'ideal' men who don't let the world know about their demons. The world is full of people with good intentions and useless advice, and if you're lucky enough to have advisors whose talk makes sense, don't let them go. Yes, doing what makes you happy will help you be too busy to concentrate on the sadness, but you gotta know that nothing except closure will get rid of the deeply embedded roots of anguish. Ask yourself what you're looking for, make a plan, face the inevitable, get the chapter done with. If you're looking for answers, gather the courage to get them, once and for all. Do everything in your power, because that's the only way to end this agony permanently.
Something for people who are friends with possibly depressed persons, know that the absence or presence of laughter is a totally pointless criterion for despair. Most people going through tough times live a bipolar life, going to sleep as a different person, and waking up as a totally different one. Look for sudden transitions from smiling to the lack of it, look for enthusiasm in everyday activities and maybe, the lack of it. Carefully observe their sleeping pattern, the way they tell it, and the way their body tells it. Observe how many times they shop a week, observe the amount of makeup they normally apply, and the amount they apply these days. Take a note of the metaphors they use, and the art they create. These criteria, though absurd maybe, make a lot of sense, and I speak as someone who's been through it all.
Drastically degrading mental health is a serious issue. Yes, I know adolescence causes half these problems, which disappear as the person gets older, but that's really not an excuse to not help someone or our self fight them.
You are loved, no matter what you feel, and I don't say this for the sake of pretentious care. You are. As long as you're still capable of feeling this pain and the need to fight it, you're human, know that. It's really sad that people stop loving and trusting, and it's extremely important that while fighting depression, you know what makes you, you, extremely important that you know exactly what you believe. Be completely sure about your views on love and trust, and stick to them. Don't let pain turn you into a rock, know that love doesn't cause pain, expectations do.
Fight the demon, and help others fight it. Compliment people, smile at them, spread happiness. After all, a good life is all we seek.