I’m pretty sure I know what happened: I overextended myself—emotionally, mentally, socially, empathically.
[All of this is about my experiences with depression. Everybody’s experiences are different; you may experience depression differently. I’m not telling you that you “should” feel this way if you are depressed, or that your depression “isn’t real” if you don’t feel this way, or anything like that. I’m mostly trying to explain my experiences of dealing with a chronic depressive disorder to people who haven’t.]
[Also, this is really, really long, which is why it’s behind a cut. Read at your own risk.]