Fuck You, Neil Munro

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you with John Holmes' mummified penis, fuck you.
 
You have the indecency to write this:

Those broader problems include stress and sadness, which are medically dubbed “anxiety” and “depression” by professionals. . .Americans have typically responded to stress and sadness by urging stoicism, hard work, marriage, prayer and personal initiative, and by stigmatizing unemployment and passivity

in your assholish little article for the pathetic Daily Caller?  What the fuck do you know about depression and anxiety?

Let me tell you a little something about depression. Depression is NOT sadness. Sadness is what you feel when your dog dies or your girlfriend breaks up with you. Depression is an all-consuming emptiness, a dark void in which there is no hope. You have no idea what you are talking about unless you've been there. I've been fighting the demon for as long as I can remember, and it is a daily struggle to go through the motions of everyday life.

The best analogy I can come up with to explain it to people who haven't experienced it is this: imagine being hungry. Extremely hungry. You open the refrigerator and there is all kinds of food inside. You got pizza, you got lo mein, you got turkey and stuffing, every kind of food you can imagine. And none of it looks good. In fact, you don't think you could really stomach any of it. And when you do try to eat something, you find you have no taste buds. Whatever you do manage to eat is bland, dry and tasteless and doesn't help your hunger. So you eat enough to stay alive and hope that next time therfe will be something in the fridge that tatses at least a little pleasant. That's what life is like with the demon. Zoloft helps. But the demon never goes away. And you think the problem is that there's not enough stigma? Fuck you, you ignorant piece of shit.

For a better description of depression by a better writer, check out Hyperbole and a Half.