I’ve recently had a depressive dip, and I’m so very grateful for it.
It’s a wonderful relief to discover that depression isn’t always a relentless constant. Sometimes, it lets up. Sometimes, it does have a starting point, and heavens be praised!, a more-or-less specific end point.
It is such an enormous relief to be able to say “I’ve been depressed lately”, with the instinctive certainty that this shall soon pass, as opposed to never mentioning your other depression because that is Life le Normal for you. You’ve been living so deep down the dark well your entire adult life that you find nothing remarkable about it, not even when you see it destroying your career, your happiness, your chance of financial independence and adult stability.
Gods, people. I’ve been so depressed [only] lately! I did a lot of mindless chores in a haze of deaf and near-blind black self-absorption, stayed up all night doing nothing and slept all day, ate whatever my partner put in front of me, and now, and now, by golly, I can feel the veil lifting!!! I’ve NEVER felt this feeling before, and it’s lovely, and I’m godsdamned grateful for it.