To advise a person in a depression spell is a futile exercise. During my depression spell, I wanted to be alone. I hate people who suppose to know my afflictions advise me. A depressed person is shut off from the world. The world revolves within the thoughts that afflicts the person.

Making a depressed person to understand the advises makes the person stubborn and shut off all help. I don't want to hear anything. I wanted to be alone to explore my thoughts. To think about the affliction is my passion and obsession at that moment. A depressed person is swallowed in despair. That despair is a comforting thought. Despair begets despair.

A person who wants to help a depressed individual does not need to talk. The presence eventually becomes comforting to the depressed individual in time. In the initial stages of depression, the presence of another is a nuisance. The best a person can do is stay away but near. Not to let them see but to let them feel. Not to speak but to hear. Not to talk but to listen. Not to think but to emphatize. Not to help but to support. Not to draw out but to wait.