Mine was far earlier. At approximately age 5 or 6 I had a fever resulting in a temperature of 106. I foamed at the mouth and nearly died. I had to take epileptic medicine for at least a year. About a year later I took a BBQ fork thing and threatened to kill myself right in front of my parents. I must have been seven.
But I survived. And I continue to survive. It is your duty to survive and attempt to bring as much good cheer to those who may need it.
I am not special. I am no snowflake. But I enjoy being alive. I enjoy the fact that I can jump over a small river and entertain a child. I can still use SPSS and do some killer market research.
I can explore. let me repeat: I can fucking explore. I can turn over a stone and find another fossil (as I did in my youth).
There is truly never a reason to be depressed. Challenge yourself and explore. Never compare yourself to another. There are many people who have tons of dough, nice vehicle, great standard of living. You may never be this person, or achieve similar material gain.
But this is ok. Utilize your mind. Explore. There is so much that is undiscovered.
There is no pontification here. Nor do i wish to be a windbag. I am very, very sorry that some people are depressed. I started this thread with the purpose of exploring this concept while letting The Depressed know that they aren't alone.
This is what I am talking about. How is this possible? Look, I understand if people get fucking depressed because occasionally I tuck my knees into my chin and act like a fucking mental patient.
But I love challenge.
I love life because it gives a sense of challenge. I am a pathetically poor sonofabitch who has relied on student loans for nearly ten thousand years, but I have spent so little that my fucking loans aren't that bad considering the expanse of time I've relied on them.
I recently gave a presentation to microsoft (while pathetically using pathetic index cards) and the Team has worked with a few executives over at a SERIOUS TECHNOLOGY COMPANY.
I can see why you might say that but the purpose of this thread is to explore systemic depression. There are tons of people out there who ALWAYS ARE DEPRESSED. ALWAYS. Total fucking cynics. Conformists. Memorizing rules of their immediate social group. Afraid to take risks. Praying for a return to mediocrity.
Depression is a state of mind. I've been depressed but i have taken action. I always take action. Is there anything unique to this? Absolutely not.
I feel badly for the creampuffs who use their depressive episodes as a crutch. They take extend paid time off, they go to their college counselors and ask for private test taking time.
I have never had it easy. Nobody has offered mentorship. Nobody has pulled me aside and said that I was a special motherfucking snowflake. Most of the time people said I didn't have what it took. That I was substandard.
I have always pressed on. Life is trench warfare. You get out of a trench and eventually you stumble into another. You bring positive cheer to the boys in the trench and you move forward.
i delivered pizza for years and temporarily lived in my parent's garage (TEMPORARILY) in my fucking 30s. Occasionally I felt depressed.
but i am a "the glass is half full" type of dude. I never give up. I always press on. I always try to make social connections despite the fact that a good 15% of the people I meet hate my guts within ten seconds.
I won the "sportsmanship of the year" trophy when I was like ten years old. It was for the boys and girls club. I was always cheering people on, trying to motivate them to do the best.
I've had some bad luck myself. I have had terrible, stressful times. I've been through periods of depression but I force myself to work hard. I work myself out of these episodes.
I don't fucking get how people STAY depressed. That shit is a fucking god damn mystery. Especially today's youth, such as my girlfriend's female teenage kid. She's always emo. This kid has every resource on Earth.
Turning the focus back to this board and witnessing the posts over the years, tons of posters are fucking suicidally depressed.
Look, you pieces of fucking worthless shit, I have had such shit jobs and occasional bad luck that I HAVE A REASON TO BE DEPRESSED. But I don't curl myself into a fucking fetal position and give up.
I am a batshit insane crazy fucking mental patient at times but I always, always, always push forward. I never ever give up, I never let people live in my head rent free, I try to expand my mind through expensive education. I like to soar...and excel...and collect good money when I can.
God, what a nation of tit-sucking pussies we have become. There were times when I was exploring the hills when I was a kid when I almost fucking DIED because I was too dumb to bring water with me whilst I was exploring the hills.