I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go āoh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!ā and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say āitās a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced caseā and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it canāt infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying āwell done, youāve been so brave, Iām so glad youāre ok. I love you.ā