My depression has been bad. So bad in fact I cried listening to Billie Eilish songs in my car on the way to work. So bad I feel physically I’ll. So bad I don’t feel like living. I’m not happy. I have a roof over my head, a good job, and freedom cause I don’t have a husband or kids. I should be happy but I’m not. I’m full of regrets and creeping towards middle age yet still have people telling me how to do my job. I hate people.