No, it's definitely chemical. One of the symptoms of depression is ahedonia, the inability to experience pleasure. It is a very strange experience. One day I

No, it's definitely chemical. One of the symptoms of depression is ahedonia, the inability to experience pleasure. It is a very strange experience. One day I went outside and it was a beautiful sunny day, and I couldn't enjoy it. Not that I was so sad the sunny day didn't matter. It did nothing. It was like I was looking at it through a store window, but my world was overcast and gray. One day I went to play at a pool with my newborn son. It was a beautiful day, he was laughing, kids were frolicking and playing. I felt nothing. Not the slightest reaction. As if they weren't there. I have a beautiful life. No financial stress. My family is awesome. My job is awesome. I don't do anything reckless or self-destructive. I have lots of hopes for the near future. But many days, I didn't care if I lived or died, didn't care if I missed so much work I got fired, didn't care if I alienated my family, didn't care that I was cold even though there was a blanket within arm's reach. Medication resulted in a nearly immediate improvement, and a slow return to normalcy. And it is definitely the medication. One day I missed my meds, and I went into a three day long tailspin during which I couldn't care enough about anything to make even small decisions like whether to have lunch or how to put my socks on.