What living with depression taught me...
When you are depressed, you stop living life. You are just there, a passenger in your own daily routines and brain being swept along in a fluffy cloud of nothingness and self-hate. And your life starts living you... if you are like me: highly functioning you can actually just struggle through days without ever being really seen or breaking down. The breaking-down happens when something goes wrong.
I right now have some friends who are at then end of important parts of their lives. Think high-school degrees, university degrees and so on... When I was in that position I was so set depressed that all of these were automatics. I just did things. And that worked as I have one of these jobs where job offers and so on are basically automatic. My friends are not that lucky. They are on open sea in these moments people should cherish as the expression of ultimate freedom, but that are just really terrifying. Because the open sea also means that you have to live your life, as it just does not live you and all the expectations of our society are silently hoisted onto you. People don't even know how crushing that can be. I got my personal helping in a job everyone has an opinion about. (And no idea about what we are really doing.)
So, in the end... the world gives you some big decisions in life, and they are the most terrifying things out there, as no-one can help you make these decisions and no-one should, as it is very much your life. However, the risk that your life starts living you is very high here. If the decisions are not made, you become a social loose end just dangling out there in the nothingness between wishes, purpose and an ever-increasing social pressure to do something, That's the worst recipe for depressives... and so I hope the younger ones get the jump into living...







