Although I've never dealt with clinical depression myself (granted, I've been sad in my life, grieved, gone through really hard times... but never had a chemical imbalance that would classify as depression or anxiety), I have dealt with it very close to home many, many times. And my heart aches for those who think that depression is something they are dealing with alone. Or that it makes them weak. Or "less than." Or damaged. Or misfit. Or like they are lacking in something (faith, optimism, empathy, etc...). I understand that those feelings of shame and such often are symptoms of the ailment themselves, but it's hard to see those you love struggling through those things.
You're tuning out because it hurts too much to try
You're giving up before you've had your chance to fly
Josh Groban - Hideaway