Haaris on a thread full of heartfelt posts where people have laid the fragility of the darkest days they have possibly ever felt, you have managed to trivialise, patronise and show a mind boggling lack of understanding of what the op is experiencing. There cannot be a person suffering from depression on this planet who hasn't met a real life you, we've heard it all; "pull yourself together" "get out in the fresh air" "but look at your lovely family, how can you be depressed with a baby smiling at you" "just cheer the fuck up".
Just so that you don't ever make this mistake again, this is what it was like for me when I was in the grips of suicidal depression.
I woke up every single day and my first thought was how can I kill myself today.
It was impossible for me to take joy from anything at all, I lived my life in black and white while everyone around me got on with their HD lives.
I isolated myself completely, barely left the bedroom, let alone the house.
I neglected myself, my home, my family.
I gave up all of my hobbies.
My friends drifted away one by one.
I couldn't sleep, eat or function on even the most basic level, couldn't attend medical appointments, pay bills, remember birthdays.
I lost my faith.
I cried all the time because I was in agony, real physical pain caused by the battle going on in my mind. That was a battle to stay alive, I had to have people watch me 24 hours a day, any time left unattended was likely to lead to self harm or an attempt to end the anguish.
If I had met you in real life at any point over that period I would have wanted to punch you, on a good day I would have been quite rude, but most likely it would have made me cry and feel totally inadequate and reinforced the thought that I was a waste of space and shouldn't be alive. Because it was impossible to look^ around and appreciate the world, interact with others or process my own thoughts.^ Let alone act out the rest of the platitudes in your post. Please educate yourself before you ever post such tripe again.