The majority of the people today would describe clinical depression almost like something close to a lost, floating gloom that continues on and on, never ending like a long, dark tunnel. Even some say it's a lonely, tragic abyss that you can't seem to escape or even just a cold shroud of darkness that follows you around like a shadow. If you decide to surmise about it more thoroughly, you begin to realize that it's all a conscientious cliché waddling around in your head. It forces you to only believe the negative thoughts nonstop, it forces you to only deliberate about all your insecurities and imperfections every time you look in a mirror, and every time you do you just hate yourself more, deteriorating your happiness. But
