As I write my memoir about my ill-fated adventures with the mental health industry I describe depression as a milky haze and as the cornstarch of the soul, thickening every thought and every movement. If I were to make a depression martini I’d mix one part despair with two parts not giving a shit.
I am wondering… do the descriptions above resonate with others who have experienced depression? How do you describe how living in a depression feels?
If you are not someone who has personally experienced depression, can you relate to how I describe my experience with it?
Your comments/thoughts are appreciated.
Nancy Cook Writes 
Nancy, this is so aptly described!
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thank you
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I describe it as an avalanche. I get completely overwhelmed and want to hide myself from the world in the snow.
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yes, I totally know what you mean. great metaphor.
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Overwhelming hopelessness. When I was younger, I had the “don’t give a shit” part. Now that I’m older, I “do give a shit.” So now add a part of pain to my martini.
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I don’t want to hit the like button. I wish there were an I Understand button. Cuz I’d hit it.
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Despair, yes. Not giving a shit, not my experience. Caring too much, instead, but feeling utterly confused. Finally, unbearable angst and the weight of the world on my chest and shoulders.
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