An Apology to the Depressed!

Ummm...had a good hot bath with bubbles and no children in the tub. Others have holidays to get away from it all - a bath does me just as much good. While I was turning myself into an over-heated, pink prune I was thinking - unusual I admit, but I did and I was thinking that it is twice now that I have had a go at depressed people on this blog...only Conservative educational policy has received so much scorn! I did feel quite guilty and therefore, I did feel I needed to both clarify and explain.
I know quite a few people who have had traumatic events and periods of depression and they have had times when they've needed counselling and anti-depressants and I never felt the need to tell them to shut up - because the fact of the matter is, that when people are depressed they don't tell you about it. They bottle it all up, walk around with a false smile on their faces and never tell anyone about it. Eventually they may drop a few hints about what the problems could be or they do confidentially have a quiet chat over a coffee - they don't go on to every Tom, Dick and Harry who they can accost in the newsagents, bus stop or supermarket.
That's why these 'depressed' people are getting on my nerves, because they're not depressed at all, just feeling left out or wanting attention and their griping misery detracts from all the people who really do suffer and who don't complain...usually because they can't get a word in edge-ways above all the moaning and wailing! Perhaps if people stopped using the word, 'depressed' when really they mean, 'fed up' or, 'angry' then genuinely depressed people wouldn't feel they needed to suffer in silence through fear of being labelled a complainer! Depression is just becoming a word used by adults who can't get away with tantrums...unlike our girl below!