That's the most devious and hateful aspect of depression, the way it makes you believe with 100% certainty in a hopeless future. Like if you felt depression, but you also knew in your bones that it'd pass and you'd be back to a happier state soon enough, it wouldn't be anywhere near as dangerous. But it really warps your sense of reality. You will look back at your depressed self and wonder what the fuck they were thinking. But no matter how many times you go through it, you never remember how transitory it is the next time it hits you. Gotta leave yourself notes and essays to find when you're in the pits of despair, like the fella in the movie Memento 😆
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