"What does he have to be depressed about, he doesn't have a job, he doesn't do anything." Said to my mom by her sister while I was in a mental hospital. She relayed it to me later but I kinda wish she hadn't. Really made me question my relationship with my aunt.
Thankfully, our relationship seems better now. She seems to understand that I can't help the way I am.
If it's any consolation to you, I have suffered from major depressive disorder since I was a preteen. I didn't actually believe depression was a real illness until I was maybe in my mid 20s. Hang in there.
I mean, I still kind of don't. Not legitimately, I know very well it exists logically and support and care for other people who suffer. But I can't seem to give myself the same kind of forgiveness. I keep wondering why I can't just snap out of it and stop being such a baby, because all things considered I've had a very cushy life I shouldn't complain about.
But here I am, feeling empty and hollow and unmotivated.
To defend your aunt, people with depression are exhausting to be around.
True or not, that's just not something you say.
At least I'm not exhausting to be around.
That speaks poorly of you.
And depression is often a cause of unemployment!!
You mean a lack of purpose causes people to become despondent with life?