I don't find sadness to be a component in my own version of depression. Rather, it's hopelessness. The feeling that nothing will ever get better, that I'll always be in pain (both mental and physical) and that no one will ever love me unconditionally as my husband did. I feel like lead---it's as if I weigh 1000 pounds and can barely even lift my arms above my head. Everything is just too much effort, even stupid things like fixing myself a bowl of Cheerios or taking a shower. But for me, sadness has nothing to do with it...I don't cry any more than usual, and except in severe episodes I can enjoy some things.