I dunno what to say, really... life CAN be depressing, we all know that. I mean, I am not going to beat around the bush here, my life has been shit. Ok, not living on the streets/sexually abused by father/starving child in Ethiopia shit, but still shit and that there are worse lives is no reason to feel differently (which is wh I always hated the song 'Streets of London' which always seemed to me to be emotional blackmail saying you are not ALLOWED to be unhappy). I mean, when I fell ill it blew apart my life totally, everything I had ever achieved or had ever planned to achieve was gone, stripped away one step at a time until I was there bed bound unable to even get up any more and the recovery period since then, nine years worth, has been abysmally unhappy with no point, value or worth to my life, no apparent goals to fulfill or successes to celebrate whilst I watched all my friends go onwards and upwards and do better and better and better whilst my nightimes became an evil morass of horribleness that made me so terrified of the very concept of trying to sleep- because of the nightmarish thoughts and feelings that would course through my mind if I tried- that I would do anything rather than try and sleep which made me worse and worse and worse and during those nights if I could have pressed a button to end my life I would have done and as it is I did make a serious attempt to kill myself once and in true style I messed it up good and proper and the only vaguely happy time was with Elle/Edna about which you can read massive amounts elsewhere and AFTER it things have been worse, and stayed worse, emotionally...
... but... (shrugs). There you go. Life can be very depressing. Sod it, I am going to tough it out anyway.
Bur frankly, a lot of people who say they are depressed are really just in an unhappy mood at the time. Big world of difference.
oh, and, er, things might get better soon. Meh... a lesson there somewhere, I guess. I'll get back to you on it.