depression is like a dark cloud, hanging around you, wherever you go.

That is true literally and metaphorically

I remember that the world was more gray, dull and empty, like no matter how sunny it is I still feel it was cloudy since it didn’t shine enough

When I was healing I remember being terrified when i was feeling sad and realizing the world around me stops getting color, thinking I was relapsing, but sometimes it was just a cloud covering the sun