Tonight, I made progress (if you can call it that) in describing one of the things that primarily drives my depression. I used to see it as a "lack of [meaningful/genuine/regular] human connection," or loneliness (both are still true). I now understand it to be that I don't feel important to anyone. Everyone else has their people, it seems. I don't think this could ever be true for me. It makes the idea of letting go easier. - Human, 23 y/o
