This is a bit of a personal piece…
Fact: the latino population in the caribbean does not seem to believe in the concept of depression. At least, the latino population I grew up surrounded by.
It was tough hearing people saying “you’re full of crap, that stuff isn’t real” growing up. I have battled depression on and off for years, and have slowly but painfully learned to keep it at bay by accepting it as a part of who I am rather than fighting it for all I’m worth. I am now happier than I have ever been, knowing that depression is a silent companion but does not rule my life. Depression is a thing. It’s real. It is sad that it took some of the same people who said otherwise having to experience severe bouts of it first hand for them to fully understand.