So, a long time back, a doctor suggested to me that I was depressed and should seek help. I decided that while I was a little down what with everything that was going on, I would never succumb to depression. I was just tired, and a wee bit cranky, and a wee bit sad, and a wee bit....well, I just wasn't depressed and that was that.
Sure, I was perhaps a little more anxious than usual and I was finding it hard to do certain things like get up in the morning, or give a damn about anything, but that was to be expected. No depression here. Okay, maybe just a little.
I tried the whole 'fake it until you make it philosophy'.
Yay! Happy, happy, me!
After about 15 minutes of that particular stupidity I reverted back to my now standard position. Face down on the couch surrounded by my failure. It was comforting. NOT depressing.