Since Robin Williams' death yesterday, I've read several posts where people I know have written about their experience with depression. My sister did so here. I don't know if the “press” present in the words”depression” and “pressure” are related to each other etymologically. What I do know is that my years of suffering from depression had less to do with feeling sadness and much more to do with feeling awful internal pressure, pressure pressing down on me, in my head and throughout my body, making me want to escape, isolate myself, and, most of all, sleep; sometimes I tried to escape with manic episodes of too much enthusiasm for my work or for other things in my life. I never hated myself, but I hated the pressure. I wanted to be out from under it. I didn't contemplate suicide for reasons having to do more with luck than strength/Kellogg Bloggin'. More here.
Question: Do you battle depression?