ok, so I called my first therapist to meet up, because I want to get to the bottom of my depression and understand myself more clearly. It was a nice reunion, but was on-point. One thing that irritatingly touched me was him asking if I still live with my parents (yes, I do), since I sometimes think it could be a reason. It makes me feel stuck at times, but I prefer to feel the best as possible and look at the bright sides and enjoy all I have. I can't burden myself with the "society" kind of judgments.