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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been prone to depression. Back in the day, I used to rationalize it by telling myself I was just "living in the future." I spent all my time obsessively mapping out these massive life plans, convinced that if I could just check enough boxes, my life would finally be settled and I’d magically be happy. Well, I’m 22 now, and on paper, I’m living the absolute dream according to those old criteria. I’m killing it as a student, I’ve got a solid job at a private firm, and music is my soul—I spend my weekends gigging with my band at various clubs around town. I eat clean, stay in shape, and hit the gym every single day. Most importantly, I have a boyfriend who truly loves me. And yet, despite having everything I thought I wanted, I have never felt more miserable or dissatisfied with my existence. Lately, I’ve started drinking way too much and I can’t sleep for the life of me. I don't know if it's some weird form of disillusionment because my life looks exactly how I imagined it two years ago, but I just don't *feel* the way I thought I would. It leads to this cycle where I hate myself for being selfish and ungrateful for everything I have, and honestly, there are moments when I just wish I didn't exist. This sense of total despair has been dragging on for about six months now, and things have gotten dark enough that I've actually had suicidal thoughts because I just can't cope anymore. I'm terrified of seeing a psychiatrist because four years ago, I had a horrific experience with one who turned out to be a complete nightmare, and it totally trashed my trust in the profession. At the same time, I don't want to burden the people around me with my mess; I know they can't actually fix it, and I don't want to cause them unnecessary stress—especially my boyfriend, who I know wouldn't know how to handle someone in this state. Has anyone else gone through something similar? How do you actually pull yourself out of a hole like this?