Except "depressive realism" isn't actually realistic. When I had depression, I believed I was completely correct and finally seeing the world as it was. One of my main beliefs then was that no one loved me, no one had ever loved me, and no one would ever love me. Another was that I was a complete and utter failure and would never amount to anything or do anything right. And a third was that I'd never be happy again.

I thought I was being "realistic" with those beliefs, and that everyone else was walking around in a silly, overly-optimistic haze. I was drastically wrong.