Why am I depressed? My life is not that bad. Many people have a hard time in life and don't have depression. Lots of people probably don't even realise that I am depressed. Mostly I hide it well. I smile and laugh and have happy times even, but then when I am alone or even alone in a crowd I feel completely empty, lonely, frustrated, sad...
I feel like I am somehow defective, that other people can handle normal things-things that can really frustrate me or make me feel completely out of control like I am going to lose it. And then I think about the saying that "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger," and I think "stronger for what?" Am I just getting stronger so that I can experience more frustration? How much stronger do I have to get before it does finally kill me?
What is the point in all of this....