I seriously hate depression

I hate not having the energy to do anything I love doing. I hate feeling like I'm a burden on everyone and being paranoid that they don't actually care. I hate oversleeping all the time. I hate having to force myself to so much as move an arm. I hate the days when I desperately want to go somewhere but just stay home all day. I hate that this medication I'm on hasn't had time to work and I hate having no appetite to the point where I'm losing weight that I can't afford to lose.

Seriously, fuck depression.

Whether or not it means anything, I do sympathize. I'e been battling depression for a lot of years, and it wasn't until fairly recently that I found out it runs in my family. I don't trust therapists anymore thanks to the last schmuck I talked to ("Yup, it's all your fault, take these pills, see ya in a couple of weeks."), I can't take the meds and keep my job, not that I could afford them anyway ... so yeah, I do understand the feelings you talk about. I do hope that the treatment you're doing starts to work for you, or that you eventually find something that will.

If I was out of line with this, I apologize.

Since I have an I don't righfully care attitude I can't relate...though I have the same problem not with depression but with boredom...sorry if I offend in any way.

I feel like I should clarify that this wasn't a sad I hate depression thing. This was supposed to be an OH MY GOD WOULD THIS STUPID THING JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY SO CAN GET ON WITH MY LIFE?!!??!?! Kind of determined topic like I'm ready to kick this thing's ass and just do whatever the hell I want.

Bye topic