After posting that thing about what people with mental diseases don’t want to hear, i’ve gotten a lot of asks about how it feels to be depressed.
I can’t speak for anyone else, so this is just how it feels to me.
It’s like having a dysfunctioning battery. It can seem full, but can be drained in an instant. Being around people and interacting with them makes me weary. I need to recharge it by being at home.
I have to prioritize things, conserve energy. I have to decide between going to the lecture that is at 4 pm or going to the store to buy food. And i fear the day that my battery stops working, the day that i simply can’t get out of bed anymore.