Depression

I've always had a hard time finding an adequate expression of how it feels to be depressed. A month or so ago I was re-reading Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities and I came across the following. I thought to myself: "Yes! This! This is how it makes me feel."

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose
upon no sadder sight than the man of
good abilities and good emotions,
incapable of their directed exercise,
incapable of his own help and his own
happiness, sensible of the blight on him,
and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

 

 

Thank God for medication.