I once told my therapist that I've been depressed for so long, I wouldn't know how to act if it ever went away. Depression and I have been together for so long that I would feel like I was losing a friend. Of course, many people would say that's one friend they wouldn't mind losing, but I don't know... would I miss being depressed? Would I miss not having the slightest motivation to do things in my everyday life (even going to pick up my anti-depressants)? It's been like this for so long that it really doesn't bother me much. I think I've resigned myself to this way of life.

Merely existing in life is indeed depressing. And depression is itself depressing. Talk about a vicious cycle. For me, I get depressed about being depressed. And that just keeps perpetuating itself. Then somewhere along the line I get angry about being so depressed. I've never decided if the depression triggers the anger or the anger triggers the depression. In any case, now I'm depressed AND angry. Then I get angrier because I'm so angry. And then I get..... Aaaarrrggghhh.

Will life ever get better for us? I don't know. For some people it will. For others, probably not as much as they would like. Obviously, getting started is the hardest part and there's no single answer for each of us.

How badly do we want our lives to be better? Decide that and maybe we can begin to work towards finding our own answers.