Melancholia is a fairly good depiction to me of how it feels in my almost constant battle with depression.
There are scenes with which I was amazed at how Kirsten Dunst managed to portray exactly what it is like when you eat, or just want to sleep; When you try to explain to someone how you feel and they just don’t get it. You may as well be speaking to them in a foreign language.
Sometimes I stop trying to speak to the few people I confide in because it is mentally as well as physically exhausting for all concerned.
There are times, moments where you are so low the thought of an end actually gives me some peace (much like the character in the film). I don’t want you to think that this is me being suicidal, far from it. It is just in these still moments, I can imagine what it would be like to not have to fight everyday.