29 Photos Showing That Depression Has No Face Or Mood


Depression doesn't have a 'LOOK' I can stand up, have a bomb ass day and still be suicidal. Depression is cruel and unforgiving, sometimes the day I 'look' the least depressed I'm suffering the hardest. . There's a stigma of having to look fragile, broken, make up running, bottle of vodka and a suicide note in your hand to be worthy of help/attention for your pain. . Depression is cowering away in bed. Depression is also faking a smile in public. Depression is sometimes being exhausted getting out of bed. Depression is also excessive bursts of energy to try and distract yourself. Depression is crying, self loathing and dread. Depression is also laughing and trying to fit in. Depression is dark black and cold. Depression is also leading a 'normal' life and appearing 'functioning' Depression is agony. Depression is also a friend, a comfort. . Don't judge. You never know what someone is going through behind a smile or a laugh. Be gentle. You've no idea how much a kind word could mean to someone. Depression doesn't have a 'face', stop the stigma.

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Posted by Stephanie Malanowski- Martin on Wednesday, September 27, 2017

“Bipolar disorder here,(with a heavy emphasis on the depression side)…I get up, put on a full face of makeup, wear a fun dress, all while struggling with depression, anxiety and sometimes suicidal thoughts..”


Posted by Amy Kramer on Wednesday, September 27, 2017

“Currently at the doctor seeking help, most have no idea what I’m going through and that I cry in the shower or in the car on my way home from work or can’t sleep at night because of panic attacks”


Posted by Codi Natelli on Wednesday, September 27, 2017

“Major Depression & PPD here. 3 weeks pp with #2 & going to the doctor is helping. Most times I feel like I’m drowning but last couple of days it’s been easier. Sometimes just talking about it can be cathartic. PLEASE seek help if you need it. It’s not failure. Sometimes you just need a little more time to get your shit together and that’s ok, because being a functional parent is hard fucking work.”


In every one of these photos taken over the last few days I have been feeling unbelievably down, anxious, worthless, unlovable and helpless. Depression isn't one face. I can be bubbly and happy and positive and still depressed. I can be crying uncontrollably in a cupboard for two hours and be depressed, I can be working and productive and depressed. Depression doesn't go away because you have things to do or because you had a nice day. It doesn't go away because you had a happy moment. It doesn't go away because you have it better than that person, because you're lucky to have wonderful people and things in your life. It doesn't go away because you're excited and the weather is nice. It doesn't go away because you spent time with your friends. Depression can wax and wane, it can ebb and flow. But depression is with me every day. This week has been a black week for me – but every one of these photos was taken in the last few days. Depression can be masked so be kind to people. Not every illness is visible and who knows how that stranger, colleague or even close friend really feels? #depression #anxiety #mentalhealth #faceofdepression #butyoudontlooksick #invisibledisability

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Posted by Jordan Pauline Cain on Wednesday, September 27, 2017

“The face of depression. Sometimes it looks optimistic. Sometimes it doesn’t. And having a smart, beautiful child doesn’t mean those feelings don’t exist or that they’re not valid. She loves me on my good days and my bad days.”




When people think about depression, they tend to have a very specific idea of how it manifests itself. I'm in the middle…

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Posted by Jules Whitney on Wednesday, September 27, 2017

“I have been struggling with depression and anxiety for years and years. I started experiencing symptoms around 12 and wasn’t diagnosed or treated until I was 25. (Early on docs told me I didn’t seem depressed.) Once my kiddo was born, my postpartum depression fused with my everyday depression and I almost lost it. It was my dream to be a happy SAHP, and even though I stayed home for over a year, I felt worse and worse every day. It took all of my energy to make sure my baby was taken care of. I developed severe sleep apnea, gained a lot of weight, and couldn’t function outside of my parental duties.”