I cry over a dead bee on the ground, or because the shirt I bought my son doesn't fit, but I didn't cry when my grandfather died. It's strange isn't it? I think I feel so much about such small things that something big like a family death is too overwhelming to face.... so I don't.
I'm not sure depression ever goes away as such but ebbs and flows like the tide. Sometimes you feel like you're drowning in it, sometimes treading water, and sometimes standing on the shore enjoying the breeze and the warm sunshine. In my case there's more treading water and drowning than anything, but whatI do know now is that however bad it gets...HOWEVER BAD it gets...it ALWAYS gets better.