Imagine, if you can, having just tragically lost everything and everyone you have ever loved yet something has blocked all memory of it just out of conscious range and replaced it with a false reality. That sounds like the premise of a science fiction story, doesn’t it? But if you can truly imagine that lonely and fathomless emptiness, inexplicably nagging sense of bitter grief and the suspicious feeling that everything around you is a surrealistic façade, you have just imagined living with clinical depression on a good day.
On a bad day, it is lying helplessly in bed in hopeless despair, desperately praying to God to end you, even or especially if it means total oblivion, and vehemently cursing yourself for not having the backbone to do the job yourself.
If you can’t imagine it, consider yourself lucky. Millions of people live with these feelings every day – month after month, year after year. While there is treatment, for some, it is like merely putting a band-aid on a bullet wound. For others, treatment makes matters even worse. A common side-effect for most antidepressants is suicide.