Depression, like art, can never be adequately described in words alone, though Andrew Solomon comes close in his memoir Noonday Demon:
“I felt as though I had a physical need, of impossible urgency and discomfort, from which there was no release — as though I were constantly vomiting but had no mouth. My vision began to close. It was like trying to watch TV through terrible static, where you can’t distinguish faces, where nothing has edges. The air, too, seemed thick and resistant, as though it were full of mushed-up bread.” Click here to read more…