Wow there is one person on here whose name is Moriah someting or other. His or her picture bothers me a great deal. I finally figured out why. The pictures show a band of darkness over the eyes, with a band extending out around the body. I sometimes feel like that is how depression creeps up on me. It is like black strands of cold, clammy wet kelp with a razors edge. First it is gauzelike and covers my eyes so that I can't see as well, then as I reach up to pull it away, and the razror's edge cuts me, then it hardens into a totally opaque substance. Then it begins to wrap around my face cutting off my hearing and air, choking me and winds down around my body and traps my hands. I stumble and fall and start sliding down a wet cold slope filled with tiny razors and rocks that slice my skin and cause me to grow weaker as I bleed out. Then I fall with a thump onto ground that is full of needles that press into my feet as I stumble to my feet. I walk into the walls and scream but no one hears because my mouth is muffled. This is where my mind is, trapped in a pit. I just lay there in bed staring at the ceiling feeling my mouth dirty with morning blahs and I ache all over. I stumble into the kitchen and take my medicine and it alleviates some of the problem. But still I am in the pit. I cry out to God and ask Him to lift me out of the pit and nothing happens at first, then slowly, ever so slowly I feel Him levitate me out and put my feet on solid ground, then He loosens my bonds and I am no longer constricted, and I can see again. I see his face and his hands are cut and bleeding from the razor bands, he is crying with compassion, and I fall to His feet once again. He has rescued me and put my feet on firm ground yet again. Jesus did it again for me today. 
