Depression is like you sleep or do some repeated activity that helps you escape your feelings. Well life is like, an older sibling that has a better toy simply because it’s in their hand.
Such as, oh I wanted to go to that event but it’s already over and I’m no where near dressed or smelling bearable.
I’ve looked out the window and whimsically considered a garden. But depression is like laughing at you. Depression is asking you how in the world you going to do that when every single plant in your care has wilted into some deep depressing mess.