Gosh GG, I can totally relate to what you're going through. My natural disposition is to be optimistic, hopeful, offering myself in any way to help others provided it doesn't hurt me, humorous, friendly, caring, etc...
But these last couple of weeks have been nothing but morbid, morose, pesimistic and damning. I've lost interest in everything. I can't carry a conversation to save my life...it just takes too much energy and energy I do not have! I'm thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts...toward myself and toward others. Everything, my body, my mind, my spirit...feels like it's molasses moving uphill in winter time. My whole life is blanketed by a cloud of despair.

All that being said, I can say with absolute certainty that it is caused entirely by depression. An evil invader of my happy self, a "chemical imbalance". I'm bipolar, this particular cycle is weighing more heavily on the depression side of the scale. I missed out on the euphoria, the epiphany's, the expansiveness of mania. Boy do I feel screwed. If I'm gonna be this far down, I should at least have gotten to be that far up.

Sorry, I got side-tracked there, my point is this. Because I know it's the depression talking in all of the horrible feelings, perspectives and views about myself and my life...I don't have to take it so seriously. Yes, my world gets a whole lot smaller when I'm depressed, but that's precisely where I need to be. And I believe the same to be true for you. The other thought I cling to is that I know eventually this will place, it always does. So what do I have to do in the here and now to prevent a massive "clean-up" effort after the fact. I avoid life changing decisions, I avoid intimate relationships (because I will only screw it up and ruin everything), I don't spend money except on what is absolutely necessary, I don't do drugs or alcohol (it only makes it worse) and I create a soft cushiony place for me to hibernate until I'm ready to come out again. But go for walks as best you can, get fresh air and sunlight. Exercise if you can at all muster the strength or the will to do so. I forced myself to do it this morning...I lasted 10 measley minutes, but I feel better about myself for having tried.

I feel for you buddy, I really do. I know exactly what you're feeling and perhaps it can be some small comfort for you to know that you're not alone. To hell with those tv people and their perfect lives, their probably just as miserable anyway. Money and cars and kids and spouses don't ensure "happiness". Do whatever you have to do to be good with yourself until the depression lifts. No one can better know that than you.
TgrsPurr.