Soooo I spent the whole day in bed bemoaning to my inability to finish things on time, angsting over my completely utter worthlessness and lack of future (aka how I will never amount to anything), and hiding under the covers because that obviously fixes the problem.

Which means for me since I'm not doing anything I'm supposed to I might as well write tragic poetry about depression--it's posted in the Creative Corner's part of this forum if you feel like reading it (please do ). And then I kind of noticed an interesting trend. When I first started really being depressed I have similes and metaphors falling like a waterfall from my lips of what it's like to be stuck in a brain that hates you. But now, a year later, I find words have become increasingly hard to come by and my abilities to write how I feel have diminished incredibly quickly.

Has anyone else noticed that depression eats creativity on top of all things or is it just me?