Depression for me has been like a low hum that is now a part of living since the loss of my parents.
They were the only people I've known in life that I felt really cared for me just as I am.
I have always been a lone wolf, in nature.
I may not have been able to cope well with everything in life, but I did stumble along in my own independent way.
That made me rather self-reliant overall, without the need for a lot of social interaction.
If I couldn't handle something, I did with out.
And it was easier not to have any significant person in my life.
I was well on my way towards fading away comfortably without any notable ppl in my life, until I met a particular person about 6 years ago.
They were responsible for unlocking the trauma-related repressed/suppressed emotions.
Talk about a two edged sword.
Discovering oxytocin through significant friendships/relations again was a pleasure and a curse.
The pleasure of knowing and exploring interpersonal relationships creating person growth, and rediscovering the agony of loss.
But these days, with decades more of life experiences, the black dog has been replaced with the grey wolf.