It smells like a dark dirty basement. I have suffered from depression ever since I can remember. All my life, I guess. Of course, I have lapses in memory so I cannot tell you exactly when. Can you describe it for us.
Depression is dark.
There are holes in my depression I never want to go again. My depression is the opposite smell of apple pie and cinnamon. It smells like a dark dirty basement. It has the texture of a rough wooley old navy blanket. It feel like a lone tree with no leaves in the middle of a Midwest field.