How does one simply fall into a depressive state and keep coming back to it when they used to be so happy and content with life and most of the people with which one was surrounded?
Now it's as if this one doesn't care about those people, which isn't true, not one bit. But feeling this way translates to those important people that one no longer cares about them. But the thing is one tries desperately to hang on to hope and be fished out of the depression hole. ...but hanging on to the rare minute of motivation is as easy as hanging on to a rope about to break 400 metres above the ocean's angry waters.