I should be grateful. My own house at 22, vacation twice a year to mega cities. Beautiful girlfriend and a loving doggy, good job, every thing I could possibly want material wise, a full belly more often than recommended... But something is missing. I call my mom everyday to tell her I love her because I am so down in the dumps I never want to wake up sometimes. Not in a suicidal way. Just in a way to avoid the depression while awake. I just came back from another trip and my anxiety is hitting harder than before I left. I yearn for something. Something more and full-filling. But I’m not sure what.