Hi Jennifer. Your comment here reminded me of the final part of a poem I really like. The poem's theme is a little different from our discussion but I thought I'd share it anyway in case you like it...

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
- Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

Although she seems to be describing loss of someone else, I often think of depression as losing myself at times. I don't think there's anything more frightening to me than when strong "Hope" disappears and then I'm left with depressed "Hope" dwelling in the other dimension. So, if we re-read the poem and think of "him" as the self instead, then it's actually quite a good representation of how depression can feel like experiencing tremendous losses all at once.