My depression, when it's heavy, feels like another being... as though it were a heavy, wet, cold blanket draping over me. It sits on top of me pressing down on my chest when I wake up, and I can't move, and it settles on my shoulders and my back when I try to make my way through the day. At it's worst it doesn't only sit on top, it also oozes through and fastens me down so I can barely move at all.