Light of Depression

A Warm Welcome

Welcome. Are you depressed, or not? Do you know? Are you here to be enlightened about depression? Are you here because I or someone else recommended you to read this? Are you here because you found this, saw the cover, read the description, and thought; “Let’s check this out.”

Truth is, none of the above. You are not here. You’re reading this on a device. You are somewhere, reading this. There is no “here”. “here”, mentioned in the sentences above, does not exist. This is no chamber, no location, or space. This is naught but words which are projected into your mind as you read them. Interesting? No, of course not. You have come “here” for the definition of depression.

I am no philosopher. I am no wise man. I am a lazy and yet ambitious teenager, soon-to-be seventeen. I am unemployed. Others around me are putting their lives into place. They are taking a path, and seeking responsibility for adulthood. They seek the things they need in society; stable income, a location, an education. Every year, the bar is raised higher. Every year it is harder in the society of today to become someone who is reasonably successful. Why I do not keep up with the bar, is because every single day of my life, I spend hours staring into open space as the world goes by. Sound familiar? It might not.

I am what society calls a “teenager”. This word is categorisation of age. Someone who is in his “teens”. When I am 18, I become a “young adult”. When I am 21, I become an “adult”. Someone who is supposed to be independent and responsible. It is a fear I face, and a development which I embrace. Do I have a choice in that matter? Of course not. It is age, which defines my responsibility, my charisma and my experiences. The way I think about things and the way others think of me, is defined by age. The latter is not defined by age alone of course, but it is a factor which plays its part well.

People say that I am lazy, and because I am teenager, they expect to try and make excuses. I do not. Not about that. I am lazy, I accept my laziness, it is the way I am. I may have the mind of an elder, but I also have the motivation of an elder. And see, there we go again. I just defined someone’s motivation by their age. Also, their intelligence. Were you convinced, or did you see through it?

Enough games. Enough playing around. Like I said before, you came “here”, you read this, to see what depression is like. Crawl into my head via this writing, and find out.