There's comfort in my seclusion and my mind feels almost deeper and more intelligent when I'm down. Feels like a warm blanket on a cold day.
Dear Cynsoul: I, too, know exactly what you mean. I feel the same way. I can even remember attending a depression group years ago thinking to myself about the faciliator, "What's wrong with you that you can't understand that the depression isn't something to be gotten rid of, that it's a part of who I am?!" I didn't stay long in that group, not because I wanted to stay depressed, but because I wanted to learn how to live my life with peace and joy in spite of the depression. There was no part of me that was willing to hack off parts of my truth.
I still feel that way. Walt Whitman wrote somewhere that he contains multitudes. I don't recall the exact quote, but what he was saying was that he wasn't just a single entity, that he was defined by the culmination of ALL of the parts of his inner world, and this resonates with how I have come to understand my own self.
There is a part of me that is depressed. That's not a problem in and of itself. It becomes a problem when that part overtakes my life and silences all of the other parts that want to also dance and sing their truth.
So I absolutely understand how you feel. :) Blessings to you on this day.