There was a lovely NY Times article that favored the return of the word “languish”. It really is quite lovely as words go. It brings to mind that impotent feeling that would involve some flailing if you could just get the energy to do it.
It’s not depression per se, it’s running on fumes. When asked, “How are you?”
“Not okay” causes worry. “I’m languishing.” is relatable and if they have it in their vocabulary, perfect.