“Sometimes it is really okay if the only thing you did was breathe” We live in taxing and depressing times where some people’s cry for help isn’t evident and multitudes drown in anxiety, stress and addiction. Yet “life” dictates that they should suck it up and soldier on, that they should strive to make best out of the dire situations in every aspect of their lives - lest they be seen as neurotic, broken, weak and needy to those around them or dependent on them. This in turn gives depression power over its host because of the restricted avenues where help can be sought. Instances like losing a loved one, divorce, being retrenched, relocating, “black tax” or trying to effectively manage the work-life balance take their toll on individuals but the society’s disintegration is such that none can talk about depression because they fear being judged, called names or labeled as attention seeking. In some cultures, more so in the black African communities, they may deem you possessed...