I used to suffer with depression. It happened to me twice, the second time was far worse than the first. Each episode lasted several years. Only someone who has endured that awful illness can have any idea as to what it's like.
Winston Churchill suffered with depression. It was so bad at times that he gave it a name. He called it his "Black Dog". This helped him considerably, being able to put a name to something that many of us see as indefinable and yet very threatening.
I moved away from depression about 10 years ago. Note that I didn't get rid of it. It is there still, a bit like a bottomless pit that I could fall into. However, I have some idea now what was responsible for the depression. It wasn't just one thing that caused it, it was several.
It was partly guilt that had been imprinted upon me. It was partly genetic, my family have a history of "melancholia" as it used to be called. It was partly stress related, my job exhausted me mentally and this left me feeling worthless.
I took tablets for a while to ease the symptoms. All that happened was that the "shape" of the depression was altered, it still filled my every fibre. It was horrendous, a mental void of grey nothingness, followed by sensations of pure panic.
Eventually I realised that some of my symptoms were there because something inside of me was screaming to be listened to and I just wasn't listening. I resolved to listen to those quiet murmurings, not actually do anything, but simply listen.
Gradually I started to feel better. I started, for the first time in my life, to trust my instincts. One of the most important things that I did was to confront my JW relatives and tell them that I was an OK guy after all, and that I would be just as good as I chose to be, if they weren't happy with that, then that was their problem.
Then I started to realise how much good company has a bearing on our sense of self-worth, and since then have always made sure that I have an active social life.
Eventually, it began to fade. I realised I was improving when I went out and bought a novel to read for the first time in ages.
Once you've had depression, the memory of it's awfulness does remain. I strive to keep that just a memory now. I don't have to go there anymore.
This is my experience with depression. Maybe 1% of what I have written might just be of use to someone who is battling with the Black Dog.
Englishman.