Depression turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives and without the verbs. You don’t remember where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions (under the sink with your emotions). You become: bed, shower, socks, coffee, keys, obligations.
This was quite fitting for the place I was in toward the middle of this year. Fortunately I’m no longer in that place thanks to family and friends, and a couple of little pills each morning.