When you suffer from depression, there is really no such thing as “normal” anymore. What you may consider to be normal, some people may not even be able to fathom. You long for a sense of normalcy. You wish you could get up in the morning and feel ready to take on the day, and feel as if each day has been lived to the fullest. Most people get up, go to work, take care of their kids or family, come home and have dinner and spend weekends enjoying their lives. Right? At this point, I am not sure I am the one to ask. It’s been a long time since I knew how any part of that felt.