And the worst part of it all is that I never seem to learn. I do it all over again all the time. Depression is beating yourself up because you're not perfect. I love praise, and have made it a point to learn to take it well. I know I'm not perfect, but then again, nobody is.
Depression is a world without sunshine.
This is how I feel, but not about everyone. I have a few precious friends who I treasure. I know there's something wrong when I wouldn't mind not living another day on earth. Fortunately, these thoughts pass. Worst of all, depression is knowing exactly what you have to do to get yourself out of the mess you're in, but feeling powerless to actually do it.