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I would just like to share a funny realisation, if only to get it out of my mind.
I have been depressed for over a decade. Due to spending most of my free time on imageboards during that period with very little IRL socialising, rather than viewing myself as mentally ill I thought I was actually pretty ordinary since everyone on the chans is depressed too. The misery feedback loop went full circle. I mean, it's obvious but I just realised how much I've underestimated the effect. I spent most of my crucial brain-development time wallowing in misery and seeking out others who do the same. So depression isn't an anomaly for me, it's the default state. To me, being happy would be a disorder. If I woke up happy I would think: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? And I actually thought this was totally normal. I assumed most ford drivers felt the same but just hid it better. I only recently discovered I am the weird one.
I also would like to make a list of some activities I've started during my life, which were sabotaged by depression and laziness. Hope I'm not being annoying.
>Programming/web development
I got into programming around 2003, I was in my early teens and after school I'd go home to learn HTML, Javascript, played around with C and Python. By around 2006 I had stopped and forgotten everything. Today in 2015 I am completely computer-illiterate. I have never used Linux. I spent most of my waking time in front of a computer yet I'm fucking clueless with how they work. If I had stuck with my earlier pursuits I could have had a great hobby for life and maybe even a great career.
>Music
We had a very old electric keyboard around the house. I was around 12 years old when I first started trying to learn it seriously. My family was poor as dirt so I didn't take lessons or anything, what I'd do is find MIDI versions of my favourite anime and game tracks, then open them in a program I had at the time (forget the name) which opened MIDIs and showed the sheet music for them. At the bottom of the screen it had a keyboard and showed which keys were being pressed. I sat in front of the screen with my keyboard, very uncomfortable posture, and followed each song note-for-note, painstakingly rewinding and going over it again, for HOURS on end. I was terrible, naturally, but the feeling of satisfaction when I could play something even halfway through was amazing. Eventually after a few years I got okay, not "good" but I could play passably if there was a piano around. In high school I practised on the music department's piano during lunch breaks which had the added benefit of giving me something to do over lunch besides sitting in the toilets alone. A teacher heard me and gave me some lessons during this time, which was useful.
I quit around 18, not sure if this was depression or just apathy. Nowadays my data entry wageslavery has given me so much RSI and borderline carpal tunnel I probably couldn't play without pain.
>University
This one is obvious for us. I tried it out at 18. My depression spiralled downwards to the lowest fucking point ... imaginable? I'd say imaginable but before those days I couldn't have imagined how low it can get. Dropped out, spent around 6 months as a shut-in alcoholic at home, began to develop some psychotic symptoms. Eventually forced into a job.
>Japanese
Began in seriousness around 17. Got around halfway through Heisig's Remembering the Kanji, got a decent understanding of grammar etc, could understand most spoken language, then once again just quit. This one fucking stings.
There's loads more but I forget right now.
Now here I am, approaching mid 20s, minimum wage slave, absolutely no viable skills, no real hobbies anymore besides mindless consumption, nothing getting me through the days besides inertia. It just amuses me, looking back. I was so inquisitive, thirsty for knowledge, always into something. And then it stopped, time and time again. And now my brain is nearly at the end of its development, and I'm dumb as fuck. Not sure if it's the alcohol's fault but I am seriously fucking stupid now, I forget things easily and lost my train of thought halfway through speaking. If I'd only kept going with ONE thing, I could've had something really worth living for right now. Instead I have no interest, no motivation for anything, I feel like a dried out leaf on a tree. Everything is grey, bland, monochrome.
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