I was depressed when I was younger, at the time I had an M3, nice apartment, good paying job, women and a lot of shyt I wanted. If SOHH was still around you could read my posts from around that time and it was all about bytches & money, even though I was pretty unhappy. Then my posts stopped for awhile as I traveled a bit and when I came back there was a change. For me, my depression was all about how pointless the 9-5 grind was, I made a good amount of money, but I started to notice every day felt exactly the same as the last one. Going to the club on the weekends, doing the same shyt over and over again, it was like a constant groundhog day and no matter who I talked to nobody could understand why I would be down. "Oh you make money, what you got to be sad about" was the constant theme, nobody could understand why I'd be down, so I just stopped even mentioning it to anyone. Basically I was just supposed to bottle that shyt up and deal with it internally, I don't talk about my feelings much with anyone, because I was taught that shyt was for the weak.
To get over it I'd take extremely long drives on the weekend just so I could see new shyt, to get an idea of how long I ended up in Ohio once on a whim....I lived in NY. After that I started flying to different states on the weekend, just to see new shyt. If my brain wasn't processing new sights and sounds I'd get

in a matter of days, my brain demanded new food pretty often. After a couple of months it got unbearable for me to still be doing the rat race shyt, I quit my job, sold my car and started traveling around the world, I've never been at peace more than when I was lost in the world. I'd probably be miserable today had I not taken that step, I still get

from time to time but I'm working towards leaving the US for good this time and that keeps me like