My depression feels like so many things all rolled into one. At it's worst, it is overwhelming sadness and a certainty that I am not good enough and that no one could ever really love me. That no matter how hard I try, I will never be worthy. It's an emptiness inside that can't be filled. I feel tired with no energy to do anything. At the same time, I feel as though if I don't keep moving the blackness will swallow me whole. I cannot summon the strength to get up and do something. So I stay stuck in this black hole that I can't climb out of. I eat, sleep, and go to work because I have to. Nothing brings me pleasure. At its best, I am still a little tired but I feel like spending time with friends and doing things. I find pleasure in things again. I still have a voice inside whispering that I'm not good enough but I tell her to shut her hole and live my life. I know I am loved and try hard to remind myself of that.