I have lived in a constant state of moderate depression for many years.- nothing is good,
nothing is bad... everything is just there. There is no point in living but there is no point in
dying. The impact it has had on my functioning is significant. The way I walk through my day is melancholic, to say the least. I exist in a body, but I am not here. I dissociate through my day in hopes that the lights will turn on once again, and I can feel like others do. It hasn’t always been like this... I used to question whether it was better to feel nothing at all or to feel everything all at once... I think I found my answer.