I am a depressive. I am not on medication, though I have sometimes had fairly mild anti-depressants. I have had a great deal of counselling and would benefit from more. I have learned mindfulness and am engaged in learning about practical philosophy.
How it affects my life.
For around twenty years I lived behind a series of invisible walls. I appeared to function, if not perfectly, in the real world, but I was never really right. I had pain. The knot of numb pain inside. I wanted to die. Eventually, I believed I was dead and was only working through the time until my body gave in. During this time I had short spells of happiness and positivity. I also had counselling, and hypnotherapy to remove suicidal urges.
I live alone and my house was chaotic and was and is falling down around me, entirely due to my depression, but things are now starting to improve.
Three years ago the walls of depression were smashed in one shocking (to me) incident, leaving me with no framework for existence. I then endured limerence (which is a living hell as well as one of the most extreme experiences imaginable, and nowhere near as tame as the online descriptions sound) followed by psychosis. I could not go on. I did not attempt suicide due to the previous hypnotherapy. I began to grin - I smile all the time like a fucking loon - which was put in by the hypnotherapist but didn't show until the day after the crisis. My world fell apart. I could not think. I had to give up my job (mercifully, I was just old enough to take early retirement).
I spent six months at home in bed. Then I began to do a little - three minutes, five minutes, then in the last few months maybe fifteen minutes of positive activity (tidying, sorting washing for example) in a day. In the last fortnight, with the practical philosophy course ongoing, I have been able to act 'normally', to get up in the morning, be active all day, make some progress with getting back into my own life. In the past four months I have had several big household issues to deal with - one of them is done, the others not, but I'll get to them eventually.
How does depression affect my life? It binds and gags me. With its partner, anxiety, it undermines me and makes me afraid of living and afraid of dying. But it passes. Sometimes its lighter, sometimes more overwhelming, and now it seems to be moving away. I'm looking forward to living without it.