I remember,

when I experienced depression for the first time. In the beginning I always viewed others with this symptom as an irritating existence, a poison. How wrong was I to say that comment. My depression came from things I didn't want moved and remained in a location far away. Knowing I will not be able to see them again. Even if I showed up once in a blue moon. I would feel down inside, Often times I didn't feel like existing to others.