Addicted to Sadness?

I was listening to a podcast and someone on it said that you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Just yesterday I posted about how I allow myself to feel bad in lieu of trying to get better because I know how to feel this way, I know how my depression will affect me and I can navigate it. I don't know how getting better feels and that alone, scare me. I wonder if that's the same as "being addicted to a certain kind of sadness" because at least I know how that goes for me. I don't want to intimate that people choose to be depressed or unhappy, just that for me, it's become something I understand, I know it better than I know people, or love or friendship. I know how to be depressed. I'm good at it.

The show "Big Mouth" portrays depression as a giant, purring cat that sits on you, almost protectively like a fluffy comforter. It doesn't hurt you per se, it immobilizes you against feeling anything else. It won't get better but at least it won't get worse and that's why you stay tucked underneath it. Maybe it's an addiction, maybe not. But I would love to know if anyone else feels this way.

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That is interesting, music has a powerful way of eliciting emotion.