I can definitely relate. But I don't think it is depression for me either. Does the time pass slowly or quickly? When I am depressed, time crawls by at a maddening pace. I feel a tightness in my chest and I wonder how in the world I am going to make it through the long, long day.

Now, I don't feel like that, I just don't feel like doing anything. I haven't cooked for my family. I have work that needs to be done. I'm self employed and these are projects that will bring income, but I just look at my desk and say..."not today." I hope it passes for both of us very soon.