I'm going to attempt to come back on topic.
Depression seems a trick of the mind to numb things down when it all gets to be too much for me. Kind of selfprotective mode. Not sensitive for shit. Not sensitive for colour, taste and pleasure either. Only registrating what is going on. Unaffected.
And it works. It has gotten me through shitty times. I hate it though. Really hate it, because I live with all my senses. Need sensations. They may be overwhelming, but without them, I feel dead. Yet, I'm not that affraid anymore of depressive times. It often is a protective trick of the mind. So I just wait till it passes. And I know that if it takes too long, and tends to turn into a clinical thing, I will have to see a doctor.