I was depressed for a very long time. 7 years all together. Chilhood issues of child abuse, not only upon myself but upon my brothers, too. I think that was actually the worst part; witnessing abuse, although it was on a different level to the one I was subjected to.
I was paralised by anxiety and negative thinking, so much so that I became agoraphobic.
I wouldn't say I was in a tunnel per se, but it does feel like your mind is stuck in a time warp, in fact, I find it hard to remember certain events which occurred during my depressive state. I was lost in time as I had nothing to refer to. For example: A fire errupted a few houses down from me.
My neighbour and I spoke about it a few months after it occured. I remember saying that it had happened 3 months ago. She looked at me in shock and said: No it didn't, it was over a year ago!
Also, one thing I would say is that my mind was pretty much broken, I knew that and believed it could not be fixed, that I was a 'freak', that no-one or nothing could fix me and that I was doomed to stay that way.
It wasn't until my H came back from a stag do abroad with his friends and said:
''I wish we could go away together''
It broke my heart to hear him say that.
I looked at him and said:'' I am so sorry. Come, on, let's get me out of this house''
And we did. I was petrified, I hadn't been in a car for years, the further I'd got was up the road, walking my dogs.
That day, we went everywhere, I could not be stopped.
This was 3 years ago this month.
I am now of course wondering if that was what triggered my H's MLC.
My new found freedom