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Not depressed anymore, but I think I was at one point. I don't know if it's the same as diagnosed clinical depression, but I used to spend my days sleeping at school, then day dreaming about running away whenever I was home.
Spent almost the first eighteen years of my life living in a home with a bunch of heroin addicts. I was lucky enough to never get touched myself, but saw plenty of violence and...well, whatever else you can think of if you've ever spent time around crack addicts.
I remember growing up and hearing about people talk about how depressed they got when it got stormy, but sitting out in nature while it stormed was some of my happiest memories.
It was...cathartic, in a way. To be able to sit there and watch mother nature storm and rage. It was almost like being able to watch my own pent up emotions be reflected back at me through those clouds, and when it was finally over, or whenever it got too cold for me to stay out there, I felt like I had a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.
I guess if you're a more technical person, it was a bit like meditating. It simply let me process all the shit I couldn't deal with, and had no control over in life. It let me find some sense of peace.
