I've had it, and my girlfriend's had it. It's a nasty, consuming condition that manifests itself so differently in individuals. One of the problems is that as it's different in every person, no two peoples recovery strategy is the same. And that's what it is, it's a strategy. There's no cure, per se, medication can help but it's normally coupled with adjustments to lifestyle.
The only clear way I can put it across is that nothing in life gave me any enjoyment any more. I didn't want to do anything whatsoever, because it wouldn't "cheer me up". The biggest thought in my head the whole time was "Just leave me alone, for God's sake".
I can very much identify with that last paragraph, Hydro.
Your first paragraph is also very accurate. It does affect everyone differently. In my case, no lifestyle adjustments were necessary, I just needed medication and time. The latter, I think was the best healer, but the former helped to hasten my recovery.
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I can empathise so much with Greenbacks realisation that "going down the pub" or doing "fun" things just doesn't work. My family and friends did the same to me, and it made me worse! It felt so stilted and artificial!
The one thing my friends did wrong was to take me down the pub at Christmas. I didn't want to go, but I did. Listening to drinkers singing Christmas carols and having a good time made me feel much, much worse. I think that was the point I realised how completely wrong I had been about depression. After that I stopped feeling guilty about being depressed, and instead started feeling guilty about how I had behaved towards others with the condition.
So why did I go to the pub? Well, I didn't want to spoil my mates enjoyment. We had always gone to the boozer on Christmas Eve, and they made it clear they didn't want to go without me.
It was the same on Christmas Day. I didn't want to upset the rest of the family, so I bottled everything up. If I had been ill at a different time of year, I may have recovered quicker.
Mum and Dad tried to do 'fun things' for me, it just didn't feel right, it felt fake. Apart from this morning, i've been fine for a good while so I hope I'm on the road to recovery.
Yes, that's pretty much how I felt too. Don't worry, as you get better you will have good days and not so good days. I found that the not so good days became fewer as time passed. Eventaully, they became very rare.