I don't remember many happy times in my childhood. But if I did, they'd be overshadowed by the many hard and horrible times where I thought I wasn't good enough and that I didn't deserve to have friends. I feel like my childhood was wasted on this stupid mental illness which I never asked for but was always blamed for in the end.
"Everybody gets a little sad sometimes."
"Well, just don't think about it."
"Think positive."
Yeah, no. That's not how depression works. It isn't magically gonna go away with just mindset. Believe me, I've tried. But, don't get me wrong, it did help. It's just that I feel so discouraged that I reached that peak in my life when I turned 14 and 16 then just fell into this deep depression that I can't easily get back up again from. It sucks, man. It sucks really bad.