Bad days and worse days

For a while there I thought that I caught a glimmer of good days and good moments in between the bad. Lately though, even those seem to be gone. To say that all is gloom and doom is too dramatic.That kind of drama seems too endearingly narcissistic for what's really going on. It's a drama free sadness that I'm experiencing now. Empty. True depression at it's finest. Constant chest pain from anxiety. Lots of moments spent staring at walls. Lots of tears, but they're really not caused by a specific thought. They just exist.  My heart feels closed and heavy. I'm exhausted.