I realized I am depressed

Until this week, I thought I didn’t like people anymore and had no idea how to build a life that didn’t disgust me.

I looked around at everyone and was like “They don’t have what I want. I can’t do life like that,” but I was simultaneously drawn to the pictures of Hemingway and Kurt Cobains’ lives a peaceful picture of leaving a positive impact before escaping the pain.

Thankfully, I was able to realize depression was the cause of the discontentment with the pictures of peoples’ lives (because they are alive), rather than some uniqueness preventing me from fitting in in the world.