[ WP ] Explain depression as though explaining to someone who has no understanding of it .


 My footsteps pace one after the other following the white tiled path that lay below me. There is no time to panic since I am already panicking, and I push my pace faster trying to get away from an untimely death. 
 
 > There's no time to look. Keep running. 
 
 
 I fight the urge to look back knowing that it is n't far behind. 
 
 
 > Keep running. 
 
 I try harder to keep my eyes on the white path that leads me. My feet continue their pacing readily making sure not to miss a beat in the rhythm. Apprehension starts to well in my chest, leaving little room for my breaths. I dig my feet into tiles willing myself to cut milliseconds off my turnover to make ground on the thing. I was eating my legs up, but it was worth it -- I needed to get to the end of the white path as soon as possible. Suddenly, the white path started to get narrower and narrower revealing the dark abyss that awaited me if I missed a step. I focus harder, gluing my eyes to the available white that I needed to make my step, carefully planting my feet directly in front of me to ensure that I do n't fall. Out of the corner of my eye, directly ahead of me was a yellow light. It was the haven. Now that I had the end in mind, I dash madly toward the light. I exert myself to the maximum possible extent, leaving no breath for me to breathe, no feelings in my legs to spare, and no arms to wildly swing. The white path was ending, which only ensured me I was going to be safe soon. The yellow light reached out to me while my legs start to buckle, but I push them trying to make it to the light, where safety awaited. The yellow gets brighter and brighter, as I dig my feet into the ground deeper and deeper, relinquishing all focus that I held previously. I try desperately, to lurch myself forward to the center of the light on my dead legs that carried me. I only had a few more feet to go. I needed to make it. 
 
 > Almost there 
 
 I pushed. 
 
 > One more step! 
 
 I saw a incandescent oil lamp that rested on the edge of the path, as I took the last step. 
 But there was no tiles for a last step. 
 I fell, and looked up to see nothing of the path that I had ran on as I was swallowed in darkness. 
 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 I open my eyes gasping for air, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. My blankets had been strewn all over the place; I probably was thrashing in my sleep. It's five in the morning and work is n't until two hours from now. I decide to try to go back to bed and picked up my blankets, only to find that I started crying. I have no idea why, I just was crying. Picking up my blankets, I wrapped myself tightly as I sobbed quietly. Life to me had lost it's touch -- nothing seemed to make sense anymore. What once was fascinating, now is uninteresting. What once had a purpose, now has none at all. What once meant so much, now meant so little. The world had lost it's color, only filled with black and white and no other. If I was happy, I was not happy, I was incredulously ecstatic; If I was sad, I was not sad, I was grievously wounded; If I was angry, I was not angry, I was furiously vexed. I once was a man of empathy and emotion, of compassion and rationality. But now I am a man of apathy and vacancy, of indifference and pointlessness. 
 
 
 & nbsp; 
 
 
 Who I once was, I retain not a fragment of them. I exist solely to exist. What I am is equivalent to 
 
 nothing.
