I just watched a movie that pretty much nailed depression yesterday. The Babadook.

If it's in a word, or it's in a look,
You can't get rid of the Babadook.
If you're really a clever one
And you know what it is to see.
Then you can make friends with a special one,
A friend of you and me.
His name is Mister Babadook
And this is his book.
A rumbling sound and three sharp knocks.
Ba BA-ba DOOK! DOOK! DOOK!
That's when you'll know that he's around,
you'll see him if you look.
This is what he wears on top.
He's funny, don't you think?
See him in your room at night
And you won't sleep a wink.
I'll soon take off my funny disguise
Take heed of what you've read...
And once you see what's underneath
You're going to wish you were dead.
I'll wager with you,
I'll make you a bet.
The more you deny, the stronger I get.
You start to change when I get in.
The Babadook growing right under your skin.
Oh come. come see what's underneath.

Pretty much sums up today. I hate the holiday season, I'm not even going to rewrite what I've already deleted before I posted this. Long story short depression is a bitch, it doesn't care what's going on or even if everything is fine. It can still ruin your fucking day.