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How Would You Describe How Depression Feels?

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Hashi

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I sometimes see depression described as a grey fog or grey blanket over everything.

For me it seems like a thick glass wall between me and everyone else. I can see another kind of experience of life but I'm kept completely apart from it. Sometimes I feel like a ghost, trapped and forced to haunt the earth, different from the humans here.

Physically I feel like I have no strength to do anything, like I'm a rag doll. Mentally, I feel like my mind's weighted down. It's as if there are guy ropes (the sort you secure a tent with) pinning it down on all sides, so if it tries to move it can't.

I wondered how depression feels for other people?
 
It feels like lead around my chest. It's impenetrable. Nothing nice can get in, and I feel heavy and weighted. All I want to do is sleep or avoid others, and nothing can lift that weight. My brain moves slowly, but most of the sensation comes from my chest. My body is pinned, trapped, and isolated from my interests or happiness.
 
I'm not sure I can really answer the question What I was told was depression turned out to be the mix of feelings that comes from fear, loneliness, dissociation, grief, all the weird preverbal feelings and unresolved issues all morphed into a horrible feeling. it's like the way you are not allowed to feel your real feelings so they get lumped together into something "treatable" as opposed to people looking at the real situation...replaying what happens in an abusive household.

"Depression" is like the price you pay for not feeling that stuff in it's real sense. Does anyone actually have "pure" depression if they have PTSD?? I'm not sure. I'm not sure that I ever have.
 
Depression feels angry and stupid to me. Depression is just anger turned inward and PTSD is all about anger, so I guess it's pretty natural for PTSD depression to feel angry. And when the anger is turned inward its all about letting yourself be so stupid and naive over and over and knowing you're either doing it again or about to do it again. And it feels so futile. So angry and stupid and futile. That's how depression feels to me.

Ted (notdepressednowbutrememberinghowitfeels)
 
Depression for me felt like I could never feel good again, there was no hope, despair that was never ending.

Depression was the feeling that I had all the joy in life sucked out me, and would rather die than continue to feel the way I felt, because feeling nothing was preferable to feeling the depth of pain I felt.
 
Depression feels like a heavy, cold blanket wrapped around my chest making it difficult to breathe or move. It feels like my mind is lost in a deep, dark cave with no way out. It feels hopeless and lifeless. There are no colors and everything is shades of black and gray. Depression feels as though the life has been removed from my body and I can't move. Depression is a despair that weighs so heavily on my chest and shoulders, it paralyzes every aspect of my being. For me it is beyond anger when there is no more energy to be angry.
 
For me- PTSD is like a glass box, everything around me is happening as usual, but nobody reacts to me as they see me banging in the box.

Depression for me is like being locked in a dark closet- like someone's pushed you into it, and you can't see what's happening around you. Nobody tries to get you out of that closet either, and you're forgotten. There's sometimes no point in trying to get out, because nobody is even in the room that the closet is in anyway.

So yeah... That's my take on it. You're just stuck in that closet until somebody finally remembers "Ooops! It's raining-I think I need an umbrella!" then they open the closet and they're like "Oh I forgot you were in there! Come on out and let's have lunch! By the way, can you pass me the umbrella behind you? Thanks."

Helpful, but oblivious to what you've gone through in that closet, embarrassed, and wanting to deny it happened.
 
When I was a teenager I had a kind of depression that felt like a black fog came down and would go on and on. That was like a blanket that covered up all other emotions. It felt numb and dead, nothing moved me.

Now I have a different type of depression, it feels like I don't have any energy physically, but my mind is tortured with things I ought to do and ways I could be better, but feeling hopeless and unable to get up. I think now it's more of a mental exhaustion to heavy periods of anxiety.
 
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