You are confusing me man...
Okay first off, the vegetable part was about catatonic states, hope that clears it up a bit more.
"Open another door then? Break the door? Put in extra effort to make a new door? DO ANYTHING"
Hell yeah, thats what most people educated about the topic try day for day, believe me. Those that dont know much about it, are the ones that just let it happen until its to late. Like I descrived earlier, that is exactly what happened with me. I always felt bad for depressive people and was sad for them. But only when I was in that situation myself, I learned, that pity is exactly what you dont want or need. If people pity me, it drags me down, cause it tells me, that its "okay" and that I cant do anything anyways.
But knowing that trying to fight it, is no instant cure. I "wish" I could send that feeling right over to you, so you understand better how it is (obviously I do NOT seriously want anybody to feel this way). For most people it remains a struggle for lifetime.
It also gets really complex if depression is paired with intelligence, empathy and an antisocial mindset. For me for example, the empathy is waht fuels alot of my depression. I myself have never suffered from a huge trauma, I had a lovely childhood, an easily lovable family and there is nothing I could define as trigger. But the empathy man...
Lets get real for a bit... I know I said, I might roll back a bit, but lets go.
This may sound weird to you and most other people, but usually, if I cry, I dont cry for me. I dont cry because I feel selfpity or because I think my life sucks. I cry because I get desperate about the world or to be more precise, about society, about wars, about how humans treat other humans and so on.
Imagine it like this: Its a huge amount of emotions raining down on you, your head gets foggy and tilted, you cant form a clear thought, you are just a huge back full of emotions. This shit is terrifying and Im kinda happy that noone besides my girlfriend ever witnessed me during such a phase.
I find it hard to describe it, because it really does just sound like Im a smal, snowflake that cries about everything. So yeah, there is that ;)
*edit* to make it clear: I never had troubles with standung up for myself or taking a struggle. I have a pretty strong will, hence Im fighting against my depression every single day, even if that means that I have to sacrifice alot for it, but I just cant let it progress further. Still its a stalemate. It gets up, it gets down. Its a way to life with it, but its not a cure.