Nothing's wrong with you sweetheart, you're simply trekking through a dark passage on your healing journey. The path has them every now and then. I'm no stranger to depression. We've had many ugly trysts in back alleys and doubtless will again. This darkness knows all my secrets, all my fears and failings, and is ruthless and relentless with it's tauntings. No wonder it feels so bad. However there are two truths that offer some redemption.
First, in looking so closely and brutally at ourselves we find ourselves at the heart of the wound. Here there be the chance to rub balms, to nurse and soothe, or simply listen and gather thorny words in a basket to bring back for healing later. However at this level, we are knee deep in muck and in the thick of it. Too close for comfort.
Second, from here, the only way is up. The greatest gift you can give yourself is perspective. Get the big picture. This is where all the healing endeavours begin to bear fruit. Seeing your own patterns, knowing the terrain can help you take things less personally. Perhaps the best way to achieve this is to watch/listen to your favourite comedian. For me this is Bill Hicks, God rest his soul, whose own darkness and insight refreshes me. Another excellent tip is to get thee outdoors. Go for a good long walk in nature, or sit on the grass and commune with a mature tree. Nature is perfectly happy to hold us safe when we feel rough, and her love is that of the Great Mother.
Depression passes.
It's a big black dog that we can chase outta town.