Sounds like you guys got major depression. Get that shit checked out so you can receive your happy pills.
Just got settled into my new apartment today. This place is fucking great. For an extra $75/month, I get a bigger room, nicer location (right next to the main 'strip' in Richmond with all the local shops/diners), my own friggin' balcony, shorter drive time to work, and no morons shouting/laughing at a TV screen every single night in an adjacent living room.
<-- happy
I have some weird thing in regards to anti-depressants. A friend of mine is/was on them and they helped him out a lot, but I somehow feel like it is cheating or that taking them isn't really solving a problem just hiding it. I feel like I need to deal with it and solve it in a more proactive way. I think that is the only way I would be satisfied. And to be honest, as weird and unhealthy as it sounds, sometimes when I feeling happy, it almost feels as if something is missing. I have become so accustomed to feeling otherwise that being truly happy feels foreign. That is why I do not think I would ever want any sort of medication. If I didn't actively address the issue and it just faded away I think I would just feel strange all the time.
I am a weirdo.