I use the usual metaphor, the cloud-over-my-head one. Because thats really is how it feels. It follows me everywhere and penetrates every inch of my life. Its like a murder-mystery. The old me is dead and I dont know why. I really like the blanket metaphor in the OP. That really does describe it well.
I used to describe it being like being hit by a wave, which drags you under the water where everything is dark, and just when you think you might get a breath of air, the second you feel a little hopeful, another wave hits and you're back down there again, and the small hope that exists of escaping makes it even worse when you're dragged back down again. There's no escape, you're constantly being battered by "waves" and nobody can see you drowning or throw you a rope.
I also like the metaphor that its like having fallen down a mountain, where its dark and cold and lonely, and nobody can see you. And climbing back up to the top seems absoloutely impossible.
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