I wrote this on my first day of inpatient treatment last month. It seems like a different world. Thankfully I am no longer in this place in my mind and hope to not go back!
What Depression Feels Like
To me depression feels like nothing, nothingness. A heavy nothing to walk through, to look at, to listen to and to carry.
Depression is negative energy. It pulls the life from life, takes the joy from joy, takes the love from love; the result is death and sorrow and loneliness – and nothing.
There is no purpose to life, to living, to even trying; try for what?
Meaningless, meaningless . . .
So I like to sleep. Sleep is nothing. I don’t dream much anymore. I like to drink. It removes sorrow and loneliness and leaves a feeling of dreamy ambivalence.
To me, sometimes it feels like I’m floating in space. Head floating. Brain floating or being slowly pressed. Pressure . . .
My chest feels the same, like I’m out of breath, but breathing isn’t a problem, it’s floating pressure.
Sleep is the cure, the escape.
My brain feels full, like an overfilled Tupperware, pressing on the lid and contents overflowing, squeezing out. Memory is sporadic, concentration comes and goes. Reading and writing are a diversion from reality.
Concentration for decision-making is hard. Distractions are time killers. To refocus and get back on task takes immense effort.
Productivity has declined to almost non-existent. There’s no point to start. The finished product is meaningless. I can sit and just stare for hours, in nothingness, then sleep.
Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t wake up, or I’d just die in some way. Living is a drudge, like walking through mud, heavy, pointless, meaningless, nothing. __________________
I’m no longer at this place. But I want to remember it. I’m still cleaning the mud off my shoes and know the danger still exists. I’m fighting for my life and for my family and for my Creator.
I have a lot to live for. A lot to work for.