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.