I started living alone far from home to attend college. I couldn’t fit in at school or with classmates, so I spent most of my time outside of class alone at home.
I wasn’t working yet, had nothing I truly “wanted” to do, and no responsibilities pushing me forward. I just zoned out.
Eventually, I couldn’t sleep at night and would suddenly cry for no reason, gripped by anxiety.
During a long break, I went back to my parents’ house, but the symptoms persisted. Taking a leave from school was suggested, but after talking it over, I decided to keep going.
Feeling hopeless on my way back to my apartment, I noticed a small bookstore next to my building with a “Help Wanted” sign.
I’d always loved books and used to visit bookstores daily, so I thought it might be a good first job.
Looking back, it’s surprising I wanted to work in that state, but maybe I was craving a sense of being needed.
The bookstore’s owner and his wife were kind, caring about me in this unfamiliar place. They listened to anxieties I’d never shared with anyone.
That alone lightened my heart. More than anything, seeing them work hard with bright energy to keep the small shop thriving made my worries feel silly.
The seniors I met at work invited me to meals or trips. Those connections at the bookstore wiped away my despair.
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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.