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Originally Posted by SoylentOrange
I will say, as someone who's suffered from depression, that the reaction to calling it a "temporary" problem from someone in a depressive pit is typically "That sounds like utter bullshit". It feels like this is going to be the entire rest of your life, like it will never get better and you'll be wallowing in misery forever anyways.
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I'm twenty-seven years old--about to turn twenty-eight--and I still live with my mom while working a dead end job in an area where better jobs are not available due to economic reasons or lacking the particular requirements. I am making the attempt to go to community college, but after four semesters with nothing to show for it, I feel less motivated to attend a school that would rather bleed me dry financially than offer classes that pertain to my interests.
I am picking up more shifts from my job, but after working in the same restaurant for seven years, I've reached my limit with the place and the people in it. It has gone through many managerial changes and corporate mandates, which has only gotten worse due to lack of income coming from the surrounding area. Every day, I look in on my checking account to make sure I know how much little money I have in order to pay my bills and buy food and gas, while having just enough for minor things (WoW and Netflix subscriptions).
While I do have distractions in my life to make me forget about my woes, I do occasionally feel that pit in my heart, the kind that feels like my actions have no meaning and everything is pointless, with death being a preferable solution. But do you know why I call depression a temporary problem? Because in my experience, it is, as I push my way past it and welcome the new day.
Putting aside the deaths of family memebers, who have died of old age, I've lost three friends throughout my life due to completely different circumstances. And seeing what effect that has on those around you can be a reason not to go through with it, as your own sorrow is passed on to another. I can't speak for anyone else, but I couldn't go through with killing myself if it meant ruining someone else's state of being. Which almost happened with my best friend from middle school, wherein another friend of ours was murdered not long after his baby girl was born back in 2011.
Sorry for he giant personal dump, but it's how I can explain my own experience with depression. This is also not me tryin to say that my own life is any better nor worse than yours.