Depression pushes you against surfaces, and adds heaviness either atom by atom or all at once until the strain of this motion dominates all else. It is one-pointed, claustrophobic, and circular. It doubts, denies, and questions everything that comes in contact with it.
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In economics, depression is a period of severe decline in a national or international economy, characterized by decreasing business activity, falling prices, and increasing unemployment. Sort of like a recession on steroids.
Contrast this with hyperinflation and stagflation.
The Great Depression was said to have started in the great stock market crash of 1929 (Black Thursday) but the seeds of it were planted during the heyday of monetary mismanagement in the 1920s. It lasted through much of the 1930s - the U.S. economy didn't really pick up until America mobilized for World War II.
Other good descriptions: a weight around your neck, apathy of the soul, wanting to sleep and not wake up.
On a more advice-like note, depression is, for most people, not something to be dealt with alone. Depression is an illness. It can be diagnosed, treated, and cured. It can be fought. Be strong, and get well.
It's like drowning without the water ...
Every single day, every hour, you're pulled down to a depth you've never been to before, one you have no knowledge of: the only time you've been so totally screwed, so unable to move, or think, or breathe, was in your nightmares...
You want to just sleep and lie in your dark room forever, until you get it together enough to snap out of it or shuffle off the mortal coil, but "life" intrudes and you still have to do the stupid things that prove you're still "okay" to your family and friends...
You don't want to be like this (who would want to be so miserable, so pessimistic, so ready to die, or burst into tears, at any moment?) but you have no choice. Before you open your eyes you're feeling the weight of the life which has been assigned to you sitting on your sagging shoulders, and the last thing you feel at night is the memory of all you've done wrong and fucked up during the day.
It's all pointless; we're all going to die, and not one of us is going to make a real difference to the world which will exist thousands of years from now, so don't even try to change tomorrow's society.
When 'futility' is the word you believe in most there's nothing for you to look forward to.
Your whole life you're just wanting it all to be over and done with. You want to
