What does depression feel like for me?

Depression is like being isolated in the middle of the sea. Stuck somewhere beneath the air above and the bottomless pit beneath you. It’s dark, entirely blacked out. You don’t know if you’re a couple of metres deep, or sinking like a magnet. You have no idea what’s around you. Constantly afraid of danger. Yet the thought of dying doesn’t frighten you. You’re suffocating, drowning. There is no air, no escape. And eventually, you learn not to fight back any more. You surrender. And sink deeper. You can feel the happiness leaving your body like air leaving your lips, slowly bubbling to the surface.

This place is my home for now. I find comfort in the silence, in the solitude. I feed on my own heart and sip on my soul. I consumed myself entirely, ate myself inside out. I don’t care if I live or die because I am already dead. I have killed my own light, and now I’m existing only as a body. An empty vessel. Hollow and filled with no more than echoes from the past.