Two descriptions of depression--one from me, and one from a blog post

I increased my anti-depressant dose last week.  50mg of Zoloft generic, which is apparently a pretty light dose but twice what I started with months ago.

I am curious if I'll feel differently.  Another 3-4 weeks before I'll know, according to my prescribing psychiatrist.  

After a week, I feel like I've moved into a plastic tube that's part of a large hamster cage.  The tube is eternal, and everyone else is outside.  I walk along the tube and I can hear the voices but they're slightly muffled.  Sometimes I can see people smile at me as I pass...or maybe it's not me they're noticing.  Their own thoughts, or a voice on their cell phones.

Do I look strange here, inside the tube?  I feel myself aging.  My stomach is slightly upset I think.  Even if I could talk to those who pass by, would they like me?  Would they care about my needs?  I'm afraid to answer those questions.

My depression is a long thin road.  The tube I'm in is slightly yellow, but not bright.

Interesting.  Lonely.  Alienated?

Here's a quote from a blog sent to me by a friend (do I still have friends?  I don't know any more.).

"I shut down four or five or maybe even six years ago.  I've spent the last half falling further and further apart and not coming back together in a form I recognize; I've been in grief, in bed, in pain and in hiding."

This person says the election failure galvanized her and she's finding "readiness and joy."  This after not trying to change her pain...or as she says "I didn't try to change those hard and undesirable things.  Instead I went full fucking Guest House.  I entertained the crowd of sorrows.  I knit them sweaters." 

I think I'd like this woman if I met her.  She can keep the sweaters, though.  I'm already bundled up beyond recognition.