I am inactive and living in a haze of someone else's depressed energy, and it is difficult. It is the large elephant in the middle of the room that isn't discussed.
Depression makes self talk critical and negative, it colors the potential joy grey. It disallows excitement about a possible future. It is bleak, life feels bleak.
As I get more sensitized to it, I realize I have been affected by it, and continue to be drawn in to it's spell, as it weaves the bleak haze of hopelessness into my psyche. If I could get up, maybe I could run away from it, maybe I could pass it by, but I can't, I feel like I am become a target.