Depression and Water

Not sure how to approach this issue except straight on.

Water is life. Life is water. We need it and we are made of it.

Now here is the weird part. Some of us cannot get enough of it whether that is drinking it, bathing in it, cleaning with it, washing our hands in it, or joyfully splashing in a pool of it. Then there are those of us who would like nothing better to do any of these things, yet do none of them.

Why is that?

I don't know if theory bears this out, but my suspicion is that it has to to with the phase of depression. In other words, some days it is just too wearisome to even think of getting up for a glass of water to drink or to draw a bath. Plus fear of water becomes a real thing on those days when you are afraid you are going to just plain drown it it. Just like drowning in emotions some days.

I hate those days.