Socialising, getting out of bed in the morning, going to uni - these are just a few things that should be easy, but become so difficult when you have a mental illness. I wish I could put into words just how awful it feels, but it's impossible. Without trying to sound too cliche, you really don't know how it feels until you experience it yourself. And I would never wish that upon anyone. Things could be going seemingly well. You have good friends, a job, you're exercising and your grades are up. But then suddenly, something just snaps inside of you. As if, trying to be a normal functioning human was just too much work. The doctors ask why you are feeling bad again, what's caused you to feel bad again but that's just it: you don't know. There is no reason. It was just always there at the back of your mind, ready to explode and take down everything you love and enjoy with you. There's no reason for it. I don't feel depressed, I am depressed . And some...