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I knew I was manic depressive when I asked myself if I would honestly be happy if I had different friends, family, tons of money…and the answer was no. Depression just feels like crushing sadness for a reason you can’t put your finger on. I just remember sobbing and trying to figure out why and the bottom line is there really isn’t one. And those days that I thought I was exceedingly happy turned out to just feel fake afterwards – I can’t think of a time where I was genuinely happy.

So just ask yourself: would you be happy under different circumstances? If those assholes were suddenly gone would that solve your problem? Can you think of times when you were really happy?

Depression feels like having an answer on the tip of your tongue but you’re not able to get it out. You cry and you think you may know why but you just can’t find it. It’s frustrating. I hope you don’t have depression. It’s sort of disheartening when you realize you are the problem and there’s nothing you can do about it.