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.

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