Inside The Depressed Mind

Ok. Screw it. Three posts in three days.

Why?

Because I’m slowly falling apart, and this blog is the only thing keeping me together.

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At times, I find myself living a life without a meaning.

A purposeless life. No direction, no solid foundation: just me wondering like an aimless vagabond from day to day, moment to moment.

Some people like that. I don’t.

If depression has taught me anything, it has taught me that I need to think very carefully about what it is that makes me tick. What am I passionate about? What is it that makes it worth getting up in the morning?

For some, they never need to think that deeply. They can just live momentarily, leading a life of hedonism, pursuing pleasure and happiness, and their moments of existential angst are few and far between.

In my case, for better or for worse, I am a deep thinker. I need a solid purpose to my life otherwise my life falls apart.

And that is what has happened over the last few weeks.

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Greetings.

Watch that video above before you give this a read. I think you’ll like it.

Plus, it’s kind of essential to everything that follows underneath.

Let’s get started.