One of the main causes of my depression was the near-daily reprimands I received from my boss at the company I worked for.
Back then, even going to concerts I loved brought no joy. One day, realizing something was wrong, I suddenly couldn’t go to work anymore.
After quitting, my depression only seemed to worsen.
The day I told my boss I was resigning, their smiling response was the most painful moment. I thought, “I really am a worthless person.”
My primary care doctor referred me to a psychiatrist, and that’s when my treatment journey began.
Around that time, a friend invited me on an overseas trip. I desperately wanted to go, but thinking about my future, I had to tearfully decline.
About two months later, my condition had deteriorated even further, and I was constantly thinking about death.
I kept replaying painful memories—like being bullied—and was overwhelmed by urges to die. Even concerts I used to look forward to didn’t interest me anymore, partly because I had no money, but mostly because I just didn’t care.
One day, I got a call from the friend who went on the trip. As we talked about their travel experiences, they mentioned that other friends who were supposed to be in our group were worried about me.
These were people I only saw at concerts and barely talked to beyond small talk, so I was honestly shocked.
During that call, my friend said, “They barely know you, yet they care so much—that’s a good thing.” I nearly broke down in tears.
Those words made me realize I wasn’t alone, and I wanted to get better so I could show them I was okay and put their minds at ease.
Eventually, I managed to pull myself out of that depressive state. It took years, but I was able to meet those friends again and show them I was doing better.
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※This article is a personal depression story. The content is solely based on personal experience and is not medical advice. Consult a doctor for professional advice.