Who /depressed/?

Who /depressed/?

I hate myself and want to die every day, but I hate g*Rmanoid wh*Tes even more.

Me, clinically. Being medicated. I spend about 4 hours a week in a psychiatric clinic and I can't drink alcohol.

I feel fine tho. I like these drugs and my therapists.

not me

Me
>no one to talk to in my free time
>feel the impending doom of my future as i play video games or watch movies

yes

I'm depressed that I'm stuck in this empty performance-driven society and is basically forced to either give up my life to work or be an outcast hermit in a forest.

Probably but never seen a doctor about it

I used to be really depressed, but I rehabilitated myself out of it somehow

I feel more hopeless and apathetic than usual

yes, very much

Your ability to survive in a forest is tied to your performance as a hunter-gatherer.

Unless you are severely handicapped, asking you to have skills and make use of them is 100% reasonable.

Yeah

Hard week. I'll heal

every day

I'm happy

i'm actually feeling good right now

I have a good important job and I'm pretty much my own definition of successful so I suppose I'm happy

Do deadlift with right form and you're not depressed.

Denmark doesn't have forests.

I appeal to you, my brothers, remain true to the earth, and do not believe
those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! Poisoners are they,
whether they know it or not.
Despisers of life are they, decaying and poisoned themselves, of whom
the earth is weary: so let them pass away!

Once the soul looked contemptuously on the body, and that contempt
was supreme: the soul wished the body thin, hideous, and starved. Thus
it thought to escape from the body and the earth.
Oh, that soul was itself thin, hideous, and starved; and cruelty was the
desire of that soul!
But you, also, my brothers, tell me: What does your body say about
your soul? Is your soul not poverty and dirt and wretched contentment?
Truly, a dirty stream is man. One must be a sea, to receive a dirty
stream without becoming unclean.
Behold, I teach you the overman: he is this sea; in him your great contempt
can pass under and away.
What is your greatest experience? It is the hour of the great contempt.
The hour in which even your happiness becomes repulsive to you, and
even your reason and virtue.
The hour when you say: "What good is my happiness! It is poverty and
dirt and wretched contentment. But my happiness should justify existence
itself!"
The hour when you say: "What good is my reason! does it long for
knowledge as the lion for his food? It is poverty and dirt and wretched
contentment!"
The hour when you say: "What good are my virtues?! As yet they have
not made me rage with passion. How weary I am of my good and evil! It
is all poverty and dirt and wretched contentment!"

Me but unironically