...it's what charity truly means, that compassion for each other's vulnerability

I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.

Sometimes, says a fellow depressive, I wish I was in a full body cast, with every bone in my body broken. That's how I feel anyway. Then, maybe, people would stop minimising my illness because they can actually see what's wrong with me. They seem to need physical evidence.