The experience of anxiety-depression yields alienation from the world. So long as I am gearing into the world practically, without depression or anxiety in a seamless and absorbed way, things present themselves as meaningfully co-ordinated with the projects in which I am engaged; they show me the face that is relevant to what I am doing. But the connection between these meanings and my projects is not itself something that I experience. Rather, the hammer's usefulness, its value as a hammer, appears simply to belong to it in the same way that its weight or color does. So long as I am practically engaged, in short, all things appear to have reasons for being, and I, correlatively, experience myself as fully at home in the world. In the mood of anxiety-depression, however, it is just this character that fades from the world. Because I am no longer practically engaged, the meaning that had previously inhabited the thing as the density of its being now stares back at me as a mere name, as something I "know" but which no longer claims me. As when one repeats a word until it loses meaning, anxiety-depression undermines the taken-for-granted sense of things. They become absurd. Things do not disappear, but all that remains of them is the blank recognition that they are. Another term that could be used, is a feeling of "nothingness." which also emerges in anxiety-depression because what I do or used to do to re-enforced my practical identity and was constituted by the practices I engage/d in, when these collapse I "am" not anything. In a manner of speaking I am thus brought face-to-face with my own finitude, my "death" as the possibility in which I am no longer able to be anything. This experience of my own death, or "nothingness," in anxiety-depression (and here’s the hopeful point) can act as a spur to authenticity: I come to see that I "am" not anything but must "make myself be" through my choices. To sucumb to your own existencial death by your death in reality, is ultimately giving up on yourself, not others. Other’s will just pass a final evaluation of who ‘you’ were, not what you are, as no-one can pass a judgement of who you are, because ‘you’ are not yet ‘finalised’, or dead, you as an individual are constantly re-newing yourself, every moment is a re-newal, you are constantly creating who you shall be. When you are dead, you can no longer ‘make yourself be’, as you no longer exist.