Situational depression is a real fucker. I understand what you mean. I grew up in the Middle East and everything was fucked right and left, people around me were depressed because of society, because of the economy, and because their lives never get better.
I had to move our of there and start healing myself, my brain, my ability to deal with whatever life throws me.
I hope you’ve been able to heal somewhat, friend! I can hardly imagine how awful that must’ve been. I’m glad you got out.
I think another hard part of it is wanting to help. It feels so simple to help people, fix things, make it all better “if we only just…”
…and at the exact same time it feels insurmountable, especially when you need to take care of yourself and that’s its own battle.
