futile effort_400字

　　Occasionally I volunteer to offer help to those people with depression. However, it turns out that my efforts don't always pay. Some people get better, While a small part of people still seem depressed.

　　The reason is twofold. On one hand, I cannot stop them from thinking negatively. It's difficult to describe the feeling. On the other hand, most of them don't seek treatment because of lack of money, while providing financial aid is not an ideal way from my perspective.

　　Admittedly, it costs for a very long time for people with depression to recover. Suffering from depression even carries are social stigma under certain circumstance. Not everyone is lucky enough to reach out to support networks.

　　As for me, I can't claim that I have totally recovered from depression. Life doesn't seem satisfying or perfect in the slightest.

　　In spite of the fact that I don't have to go to work and face agents or boss, I feel exhausted and depressed now and then.

　　Opening up is painful. Even given the chance, I don't know how to confess the sadness deep in my mind. In recent memory, I didn't undergo any traumatic event, though.

　　Similarly, some patients refuse to turn to a therapist because they think medication is never designed for a whiner. It's hard to get rid of the constant feeling of worthlessness.