Has anyone been so depressed that the sight and presence of strangers makes you feel less lonely and makes you feel more alive, like a reassurance. I used to avoid strangers but now when I come back from work, I walk back in a public area where I’ll be around people to gain perspective in life and weigh my problems in this world. I don’t want to kill myself yet, so I wanted to experience these things again before I die. I even bought an ice cream with a flavor I used to get as a kid hoping that the nostalgia would help me through this time.