Major depression is different from your everyday bummer

Everyone has bad days, maybe even a string of bad days. Major depression is different. It’s like all color goes out of the rainbow. All oxygen goes out of the air.
Everything is just… harder.
Getting through a day is like pushing through thick tar. When you try to think or remember, it’s like your brain is full of old rusty gears that barely turn. Your body is heavy. Achy — perhaps non specifically sore, painful in weird places.
You feel hopeless, guilty, worthless or totally helpless. Any energy you have goes to feeling irritable, or maybe crying. Nothing is interesting or fun, even the stuff you used to love.
Your appetite is out of whack. Perhaps you’re ravenously hungry. Or the opposite — chewing (or caring about potential starvation) seems too hard.
In extreme cases, you just think What’s the point? You might even think about ways to just stop doing anything at all.
Like I said, depression sucks.
As do the side effects of the many medications used to treat depression. For many people, the drugs don’t work. For some, they may even make them feel worse.

But it doesn't mean you would end your life? 
No, you wouldn't instead you would fight back and stand back on your feet, to challenge it.