I’ve been trying for years now to explain what depression feels like at its worst. It’s a hard thing to be eloquent about. People try so hard to understand but I suppose like anything it is terribly individual.
The closest I’ve come is to describe it as a ‘head too full’ feeling where my brain is just SO FULL I can’t make out any of the screaming strands of thought: they are all just combined in a horrific mass pushing at the inside of my head, trying to break out of my skull.
And yet at the same time I feel absolutely empty; like there would barely be a puff of dust if someone managed to crack through my very thin, crisp outer coating. Crack! And I would disappear entirely.
If only it were that easy.