Depression is...

My sister asked me what depression was to me.

What it felt like.

What it looked like.

I didn't know what to say to her, how can you describe such an abstract even if it isn't abstract at all.

Depression is ony getting four hours of sleep and not feeling any different than if you got a full night.

Depression is drinking coffee just to feel some sort of warmth.

Depression is dishes in the sink.

Depression is dishes everywhere.

Depression is laundry on the floor.

Depression is listening to podcasts but not hearing them

the sound of people talking is better than the sound of silence.

Depression is forgetting to fill in your calendar and being confused when you look up to see it blank.

Depression is starting a new project on something you love but not being able to finish it, feeling guilty every time you see it spread out on your coffee table.

Depression is forgetting to eat. For days.

Depression is not being able to stop eating.

Depression is not washing your face

not brushing your hair or teeth

only showering when you actively start to smell and sometimes even then.

Depression is not being able to get out of bed.

Depression is not being able to get IN bed, you've been sleeping on the couch for weeks.

Depression is forgetting to cal your mom.

Depression is forgetting to call anyone- when's the last time you actually talked to someone?

Depressions is having way too many thoughts.

Depression is having none. An empty mind.

Time passes slowly those days, not that time means anything to you anymore.

Depression is the roommate that skips out on rent and eats all your favorite snacks, only there is no way to formally evict them from your head.

Depression is comforting, it's dangerous that way.

I tell her I hope she never has to experience it the way I do