On Depression, Part II

Depression isn't want it seems, for me.

It isn't an upsettedness about anything imparticular. It isn't a crippling feeling that the world is ending around me, or that I want to end my own life (although, I have experienced that terrible feeling before — brought on by medication).

In a sense, my depression is simply an advanced form of boredom. Nothing really seems to peak my interest lately.

Come to think of it...that's kind of depressing.

I get it now. :)

Thoughts & Musings: a (Public) Journal

A collection of hand-written essays by Kenneth Reitz.