The words I cannot find myself

"I doubt completely my ability to do anything well. It seems as though my mind has slowed down and burned out to the point of being virtually useless. [I am] haunt[ed]…with the total, the desperate hopelessness of it all…Others say, ‘It’s only temporary, it will pass, you will get over it.’ But of course they haven’t any idea of how I feel, although they are certain they do. If I can’t feel, move, think, or care, then what on earth is the point?"

From a website about depression. So perfectly stated – this is exactly how I feel.