What is depression to me?

The condition to sink into a private world where all the many positives are insignificant and all the minor negatives are magnified; coupled with an incessant festering on everything going wrong in life but with neither the will to scan for ways of amending them nor the willpower to initiate or sustain motions in solving them.
Something internal goes kaput, like two gears becoming separate that, still turning, don’t connect to move a body forward.

In this condition, every bad memory becomes weaponized, even buried events and past words spoken against you break open the earth and come back to life like some living dead things, to populate your mental space, crowding every inch of it, suffocating the candle of optimism that led you from day to day normal happiness.

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