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Dealing with Depression*

There is a subject that I have never talked about, it is something in me that will stay with me for the rest of my life, that is why I use the subject “Dealing with Depression” in this article and hopefully in others to come.
Depression is an illness that statistically affects approximately ten percent of the population, regardless of your place of birth or any other parameters. It does affect men or women.
The truth is that we all get depressed at one point of our lives, it is normal, we are not robots but when we can not overcome the effects of depression just by having a conversation or eating an ice cream, or going to see a movie, then we have a problem.
I’m not a medic, I’m not a psychologist or psychiatrist. I’m just a simple and barely a normal person that suffers from depression.
I will try to explain what happens to me so others can relate to this illness by understanding better somebody that suffers from it or by helping others that have the same condition.
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It might be of great use for young people that are suffering from depression in its many variables, and perhaps they do not have other people to relate with. At the same time it might be helpful to get a better perspective of this disease for others than do not suffer from it, but have siblings, friends or love ones diagnosed with depression.
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