By R.J. Garcia

Buffy the Vampire Slayer once revealed a great truth. That truth is, the hardest thing to do in this Buffy-the-Vampire-Slayer-world is to live in it. Buffy had to battle vampires, demons and prevent apocalypse on a regular basis. What almost destroyed Buffy was depression.

What is depression? It can be lack of serotonin to the brain, which can now be treated with antidepressant and that’s okay. It can be situational, including but not limited to regular teenage angst, like a break-up or the feeling you don’t belong.

Years ago, I even wrote a poem about my depression:

The Lovely Awful Thing

At first I found it most attractive like a family pet.

It alone understood me,

and licked my wounds

with acid spit.

My mom only said,

“You’re looking too thin lately.

Eat your peas.”

The lovely awful thing told me

not to tell a soul, and whispered,

“You’re useless and alone.”

But one day I decided

to send the lovely, awful thing away.

I gathered and collected

all the words and garbage it gave

and decided to junk them.


Depression doesn’t have a type. It can happen to you if you’re pretty, young or old. Although there is no blood test to diagnose depression, it attacks us from within like a disease. It can be fatal. There are well-established symptoms. If you’re depressed, you know you’re depressed. Tell someone. You won’t want to, but make yourself. You’re worth it.


“Everything will be okay in the end.

 If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”