@Hizang said:
So I just woke up. I read every comment in this thread, I'm not going to respond to them all, but give a quick note. I have a full time job, I have £800 ($1300) disposable income, I live at home with my parents and I have a good circle of friends. But sometimes I feel like none of that matters, I feel so crappy. I go out and buy stuff for no reason other than I think it will make me happy, I will feel detached and lonely from my family and friends. I will just feel empty inside as if I am just a shell of a human being walking around, I feel useless and annoyed at myself because I should have no reason to be depressed due to my safe and secure lifestyle. But I am, as many others have mentioned I didn't decide to be depressed, I just am a unlucky person, it could be a medical issue with my brain or it could be something in my life that I'm not seeing. For those telling me to grow up and get over it, that's a very silly way of looking at deppression, how can you get over deppression if its a medical issue. That's like telling sombody with cancer to just get over it. Think before you type.
Totally feeling you. I've been diagnosed with depression since I was five years old. My second week of kindergarten I drew a picture of myself bleeding out on a row of spikes and I haven't quite known what to do with myself since.
It isn't something you can fight and most times, you don't even notice it, but when you realize you have it, it seems like every problem in your life is connected to being unable to feel as a proper human being. Like all of your emotions that aren't "fuck this stupid life" are trapped in a metal cage with their limbs bound and no matter how hard they or you beat at the walls, there's nothing you can do because you're only human. When you can't properly socialize with the cute person at the cash register, you wonder if you were a more self confident person, if you were taller, or shorter, or stronger, or more intelligent, or capable of reaching into that part of your brain that you know is charming and endearing or wonderful but you just can't access, that maybe it would have been different. When you fail your job interview, that maybe if you were just something MORE than what you muster to the surface, it'd have gone just fine. Or that maybe you wouldn't need all of these video games to validate yourself as a human being. But none of those things happen, so you walk away feeling like a genuine piece of shit. A waste of space. That somehow, if you were gone, or if you had never even tried, the world would be a better place. There's no justifying it; it's a gut feeling. Somehow you just know.
People that don't get it, don't get it. It isn't a social thing. It's something you have to experience to truly understand how hopeless you feel. Money or no money, you can't help how your brain feels. You can't help how your heart feels. It has nothing to do with willpower. When you find yourself mentally pep talking yourself and saying you can do it, you're the best, there's that voice just below the surface telling you you're a fucking idiot for even trying and that when you fail, you deserve it, and there's nothing you can do to stop yourself from failing and you were fucked from step one.
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