It's just a game, unless you have real depression like I do, and I can speak for others when I say I'm not alone.
When you're chemically depressed those basic signals that indicate, "this is a game over which I exert no control, and I have these other happy parts of my life" never kick in. The very thing you used to escape your depression becomes the biggest source of it, which is a cluster.
And then reality hits. A million thoughts going through your head, plus the immediate disappointment of the game, combined with the constant real-life **** that bogs you down. These were hard enough to get over years ago, and now I'll be lucky to make it through this week alive.
You're not alone here, man. I have no idea how I'll cope as a college student with an essay and three exams coming up, living by myself and recently broken up from a long term girlfriend makes life hard enough as is.
Onto tomorrow... and eventually next season.