One of the things I've realized during my bout with severe depression this year is how easily I'm forgotten. The people I was friends with from college for six months never reached out see how I was doing. The place that I consider my happiest place, with people I had known for six years, never responded when I told them why I had to decline visiting this year. Even my family that I live with have never tried to reach out, they pretend like nothing has changed. I can't blame anyone. I wouldn't want to be around me either. I wish my family could forget I existed. It would be better for everyone.