So I'm feeling a bit depressed as of late and was looking for advice. It's my birthday today, my 21st to be specific. For a lot of people I know it's a day of joy, frivolity and grandeur. For me, not so much. I'm 21 and this is a time of looking back on one's life and I can't help but see a hell of a lot of failure.
I'm unemployed, never had a girlfriend, I spent most of my (if not all) years as a teen with an anxiety/depressive disorder. A total of six people (including me) will be coming to my dinner. It's a Saturday and I won't have enough money to go out, even if I did I wouldn't have anyone to go with since I didn't organise anything. I've received three texts saying happy Birthday.
This is supposed to be a day of happiness and people telling tales of your feats, accomplishments and even stupid things you did that were funny. I don't have a huge number of those. Maybe I've just been playing it too safe.
I've literally shed tears writing this. But perhaps this is what I needed, hitting bottom leaves you with only one direction to go, up.