The last thing I wanted to do on here is just constantly complain…..I do get to vent though, right?
Happiness for me has always been just out of my reach it seems. Not because others have not tried to make me happy. They have. It’s the classic..it’s not you, it’s me. I’m not only speaking in regards to relationships here. It’s been since I was young. It’s almost as if I have never allowed myself to be happy. I wonder, though, how can a child not allow herself to be happy? That to me just doesn’t seem likely. I’ve toyed with the possibility of having a true, clinical depression. Not the kind of depression that is just a word overused by so many people today. Medication handed out left and right to people that are “depressed” when the truth is they are unhappy, maybe had a bad day, broke up with an s/o, spent a little too much money shopping, ya know? I mean how can medicine fix that? The word depression is worn as a badge of honor to many people looking for sympathy when so many others truly have it and can’t overcome it. I’m rambling now I guess. It’s hard to know the truth is all I’m saying when today people are paid to say such a thing that really isn’t true. How do people seperate true depression from sadness when it’s a label given out so freely?
