This post might be easily misunderstood,

I've been talking quite a bit to people that struggle with depression. Depression in itself is too nebulous a word to accurately describe the variety of emotions that plague people that struggle with it. It's apathy, and a bit of loneliness, with a stagnant spiritual growth, and possibly a slightly skewed sense of worth.
It's something that's very hard for me to imagine. Sure, I've been down. I've gone through my own personal hell experiences, but I've never experienced the chemical depression. I've never had to go through that experience.
I don't understand it. I might be able to define it somewhat better than some, or quote people that define it better than I have, or perhaps provide an allegory to what it is, but until I experience it--if I ever do--the words are hollow to me. Because of the nature of words, those that have experienced it will understand the feelings attached, but I won't. I don't know what it's like.
And I don't know how to talk to people about it. I'm very good at talking to people and keeping conversations going--it's the extrovert in me--but it also hinges a lot on the person. Some people I can talk to for hours on end, and others we have conversations that last maybe 10 texts or less. If I want to prolong a conversation, I can prolong it for a very long time, but often times I don't extend the effort because I'm not sure they want to talk.
With those that suffer from depression, it's harder, because it's hard for me to gauge their mood. Are they happy? Are they passive? How do I tell, and is that a sign of something worse going on inside their mind?
Do I bring up how they feel? Do I ask if they're okay, or will they get annoyed if I ask?
I know a lot of that depends on the person but I'm feeling lost, which is a rather new feeling for me. For most of my life I've known what to do, for whatever reason. A knack for direction, or something of that sort. Probably more that the Lord's been guiding me. Regardless, I feel strange talking to people who struggle with this.
I want so desperately to help them realize their divine potential that I sometimes feel short with myself when they still seem lonely. And that makes me feel worse; it's depression, it's not their fault that they have a low opinion of themselves. I guess. I need to read up more on how depression works.

I just want to give them all a huge hug and tell them that it's okay. That it'll pass.