This is going to be a very self-indulgent post, and will probably also sound somewhat flippant. I apologise for both, but please excuse my ignorance - what exactly
is depression? Where's the line between simply being miserable and being depressed? Is it "proper" depression (only) when you're unhappy for no obvious reason?
People who know me would probably regard me as fairly cheerful, in a topsy-turvy sort of way - I amuse them (occasionally) with my constant moaning and pessimistic outlook on everything. But deep down I'm intensely dissatisfied with life. I once filled in a trivial little "How happy are you?" questionnaire and it said I should seek professional help - which was funny, but I had actually answered the questions seriously.
****I'll follow Rob's lead and say skip the next bit if you like (unlike what he said, it's self-pitying whining)**** I feel like I've achieved nothing in life (except passing a few exams which were just sort of put in my way). I have no exceptional talents (except a memory for useless trivia, which is never going to put bread on the table). I've had no serious relationships (and don't really understand how other people go about it); I'll probably always live alone, never have children. I have things in common with lots of different people, but somehow I always feel like an outsider - in any group I never
quite fit in (this manifests itself especially when everyone is "supposed" to be enjoying themselves - like at pubs and parties). I dislike where I live, I hate my job (although I like the people I work with). I have no real ambition, no direction in life. But (crucially) I have no self-confidence to change any of these things.
The obvious response to this is "stop moaning, pull yourself together, there are loads of people worse off than you". This is, I know, true, but doesn't actually help - and it seems to me that there's more to life than an average salary, average health and a roof over your head. From my
observer's perspective it seems that there are many people with all sorts of disadvantages who nevertheless seem reasonably contented with life. I'm not.
Am I depressed?
You can listen to punk, metal Limp Bizkit and what not to let some agression and frustration out.
No one should
ever listen to Limp Bizkit. But if you
must, don't actually
buy it - lining Fred Durst's pockets is a crime.