There are many temptations during it to stop using the antidepressants, to assume that no help is possible, and, tragically, in some cases to take one's life. The determination to persevere in treatment, however, can bring reward. The presence of depression is like a constant, poisonous gloom. Somehow it casts a mist over the eyes that makes one see nothing as it is and everything is clothed in gray, dull tones. I used to like this - but not now.
Life loses all brightness.
The dread that this condition can and might continue causes a longing for death. Mercifully, depression begins to lift. It starts to do so with very slight glimmers of light. It feels as though one has been in a darkened room day after day, shades drawn, room closed up. The room becomes cluttered as no interest in different activities occurs.