“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami
If you ask me to explain how depression feels like, I would use these words. You cannot describe it. You will not know who you are. You will not know if it is ever really over.