I have always wondered what depression would look like. I wondered if it looks like the dark clouds on a rainy day or a dead library full of memories of the dead rulers. But I have experienced depression as the inability to move out from my bed ,even in the sunniest of the days. The inability to see , but stare only stare. After retrospection I have come to the conclusion that depression looks like me. I am Aryanak and I am living a lie.