depression is a hopeless feeling.
imagine you're with those closest to you at a beach. you go into the water and you start to swim. you hear them calling you back, but you go further anyways.
soon you can't hear them and swimming starts to get harder. you're far away from those who love you so you try to get back. the waves become rougher as you go on and you're soon lost in the water, not knowing where to go anymore. you're trying to stay above, and, to your luck, you soon find something to hang onto. you cling on for dear life finally seeing a glimmer of hope, but the waves make you lose your grip and you're on your own again.
the sky becomes dark making it harder to see. you find more and more obstacles come up and it's hard for you to stay above water. you finally don't care anymore, you let the water take you under. below the rough waves is a cold fortress which surrounds you. everything is dull. you feel numb, like you need to come up for air, but you stay under having no fight left in you. until you see something to grab onto again.
you swim up and hold onto it. you feel as if you have a chance again, only to soon be trapped again under the waves. this keeps going. you get just enough air before going under over and over so you can survive in your accepted state.
sometimes you think of staying under the water instead of getting your hopes up, but you still grab on. you survive this way for what seems like eternity after eternity, every second that passes longer than the next. until you get used to suffocating, to numbly surviving. everything just is.
that's what depression is like. it's a hopeless feeling. of slowly giving up so that not only are you separated from those who love you, but you've lost yourself as well.
