I don't know if I've ever been depressed - some of the stories told here are severe in comparison. I think I must've just went through a good few rough patches.
There's nothing that's elicited my depressive phases - they come and go really. But if I compare myself to the way I used to be, I can no longer relate to that person. Don't get me wrong, I have never really been happy; always feeling lonely and feeling isolated from people, not really knowing how to respond and getting bullied from every angle in primary and secondary. Sure, it lowered my confidence, but I was still full of energy, full of determination to prove people wrong.
I done myself justice. Got good grades etc; that is until I hit uni. I felt like an idiot compared to those people - the knowledge they possessed, the general intelligence. I always had to work for my grades and now I couldn't be bothered. Started not caring, receiving nags from every direction, people asking how things were going, giving them this pretentious act when I wasn't happy. Went clubbing with friends regularly, eating crap, not caring about my general appearance etc.
I failed the year, teeth & gums deterioating. It's **** and not reversible. Every day waking up feeling like a failure and lying through the back of my teeth. I used to have guilt marked across my face, but now I have a blank face. Getting good at lying and lying without feeling guilt.
I know you'll all think this is nothing compared to your problems, but it has affected me badly. Sometimes I don't feel anything, but I have random teary outbursts and keep thinking the what ifs, dwelling in the past. I'm so infatuated with this guy, have done for 5 years, but can't even bring myself to meet him in person because this obsession I possess with my teeth. Look at them at least 5 times a day, spent about £100 in useless products and about £400 going for useless private consultations.
I have gained confidence through work, but don't really go out with friends anymore. I cover my mouth and attempt to breathe through my nose even though I can only breathe through my mouth, just because of this paranoia I have for my teeth. My mum goes insane. I try and not associate myself with people who are successful, because in a way I resent them and cannot get "back on the game" as I once yearned - to have a good career, have a marriage, good talents, loving family.