Depression is not understanding why anyone would ever want to praise you for anything but being all too ready to accept criticism of any sort. Depression is beating yourself up because you're not perfect. I love praise, and have made it a point to learn to take it well. I know I'm not perfect, but then again, nobody is. Depression is life in a hole.
Depression is a world without sunshine.
This is how I feel, but not about everyone. I have a few precious friends who I treasure. Depression is wanting to go to sleep and never wake up. I know there's something wrong when I wouldn't mind not living another day on earth. Fortunately, these thoughts pass.