Depression is like...
It's like trying to get a car moving with no fuel, and everyone's driving past you wondering why you're not moving. You get out and start pushing the car, but it wears you out, and people get frustrated and complain that you're being too slow. You try to explain that you have no fuel, but they don't really get it because their tanks have been full their entire lives.
This has to be the best way I’ve heard depression explained and couldn’t agree more. I’ve always explained it as feeling like I’m stuck in a dirt hole and with every reach to try and get out I end up getting buried more. Every once in a while someone will throw me a rope or ladder but it seems to break when I’m halfway out and the hole seems to get deeper when I fall. And then the tears start up and the dirt turns to mud and I start to sink in a different way.