When it's really bad... depression feels a lot like freezing to death...

Things becoming more and more sluggish, slowly shutting down... you start losing feeling in the outer edges of yourself.

Even if you're not suicidal... it still feels like it'll eventually kill you, like one day you'll lose everything you are and just become an empty husk...

Even the incredible love of my family feels like curling myself around a small candle for warmth at times...

And when it gets really bad... you're faced with the overwhelming urge to just lay down and fall asleep, regardless of the consequences.

I know I'll make it through the other side... but sometimes I wonder how many (metaphorical) fingers or toes I'll lose before I get there...