molly I am sorry to hear about how you are feeling, you also debstar .
Life likes to throw us curve balls in whatever form they take, an actual calamity that you can see, touch, taste and say, 'that's it, that's what's the matter...' Or, as if actual calamities are not enough, it then throws us the curve ball of depression which we can not fathom, how, why, what or when...
I can't assume to know what cbt is, I have no idea. Afraid I am the sort of person who hits the brick wall of depression and retreats into the house to fight through it on my own. Possibly why I have no friends about me? Its hard to be friends with a person who retreats into themselves a lot.
I find music makes all the difference to me - This sounds corny I know but, honestly, I retreat into Meatloaf... So many times I have disappeared into a Meatloaf album. It started when I was young and I possibly owe the man a great deal for the fact he keeps on releasing new material as otherwise, I would be in silence. Gosh, written down that makes me seem off my nut!
I like strong words, his songs have stories to them. I retreat into words and music. My children are kind of used to me reading, listening to Meat, writing myself - its a very solitary existence. I also love films, anything at all with a strong story to them really. Its escapism? When I pop my clogs, my headstone will read, 'thee who liked to live life vicariously through other people's stories...'
I am incredibly intrigued by a person who has written something that just explodes, be it a song, a book, a film... I think a lot about how their minds work - for example, to come up with Objects in the Rear View Mirror, which is a Meat song - just how in the heck does that mind work? That is outstanding story telling and was it an actual experience?
I am very strange as a person which is why I remain alone all the time. It breeds depression which is a struggle to fight through. But I escape via stories.
Possibly of no use to you both at all, but, you are not alone in the feeling of well, desolation that washes over a person in waves for no apparent reason. Keep onto the hope that a better day is coming.
Sorry - long post - I type super fast and think even faster than I type! A side effect of writing as a hobby.