Depression can come from many things, but I personally find it comes most from the feeling of insecurity.
... Gee. So insightful. Really. Bravo. That is not to say you are incorrect.
No. You are certainly not that, but could you not phrase it in a less insensitive manner? There are so many synonyms for insecurity that are both less insensitive and more apt that you could boil the majority of depression down to, after all.
And again, I will go on to say that your statement is partially true for myself. Some of it comes from a deep-rooted self-hatred of myself, my personality, and my body. All of them are insecurities, though borne of a million reasons: mommy issues, body dysmorphia, pathological issues with energy levels, etc. Insecurities
work as a word. Why, I will even go onto to say that insecurity is an important facet of depression...
But I won't deny you have also
deeply pissed me the
FUCK off.
Perhaps if you had covered it more thoroughly, with a few addendums to cover your starsdamned fuckin' ass so there is less possible ways to misconstrue your pithy sentence... or maybe if you covered it more delicately; added a couple of elaborations... maybe this sentence would have been fine.
As it is now, in isolation, in response to
my post, I am incredibly insulted.
Why?
Because it sounds like insecurity is
the core element of everyone's depression, and more specifically, as a personal view of
my depression. You may not have intended it as such... but, Anon, the level of reductionism is obscene, and what you chose to simplify to... *head shakes in frantic annoyance*
My depression stems from a nausea-inducing hatred of my body. It is both an insecurity, and much, MUCH
MORE than that. Insecurities come with a connotation of "minuteness", of "so unimportant it's a joke", and of "senseless".
But that's not all it is. My depression also stems from the pain of being threatened multiple times to be forced out of the house at 16 and older; from the all-consuming paranoia of my mother, constantly stressing over multiple years about how every fault of mine will lead to a life-ending crisis; from the persistent mental disintegration as my view of my personality and who I am as a person because they can't
FUCKING leave anything that brings me joy alone; from crippling, sourceless fatigue only solvable by stimulants.
