The Best description of Depression ever (for me) Happens to be a Comic

Because of this last week, I found myself going bavk to a brillant Comic/Illustrator/Story Teller at Hyperbole and A Half.
Her description of the deadening grip of depression is so accurate. Right up to the terrible moment she discovers her darkest moment and beyond.
The drawings are great so please check it out.

This excerpt needs pics:

I remember being endlessly entertained by the adventures of my toys. Some days they died repeated, violent deaths, other days they traveled to space or discussed my swim lessons and how I absolutely should be allowed in the deep end of the pool, especially since I was such a talented doggy-paddler.

I didn't understand why it was fun for me, it just was.


But as I grew older, it became harder and harder to access that expansive imaginary space that made my toys fun. I remember looking at them and feeling sort of frustrated and confused that things weren't the same.

I played out all the same story lines that had been fun before, but the meaning had disappeared. Horse's Big Space Adventure transformed into holding a plastic horse in the air, hoping it would somehow be enjoyable for me. Prehistoric Crazy-Bus Death Ride was just smashing a toy bus full of dinosaurs into the wall while feeling sort of bored and unfulfilled. I could no longer connect to my toys in a way that allowed me to participate in the experience.

Depression feels almost exactly like that, except about everything.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2013/05/depression-part-two.html?m=1