My Name Is Wil Wheaton. I Live With Chronic Depression and Generalized Anxiety. I Am Not Ashamed.

When depression sufferers fight, recover, and go into remission we seldom even know, simply because so many suffer in the dark … ashamed to admit something they see as a personal weakness … afraid that people will worry, and more afraid that they won’t. We find ourselves unable to do anything but cling to the couch and force ourselves to breathe.

Today, I’m finally okay with being a somewhat anxious, slightly depressed skeptic. I’m a person who needs friction, a challenge, something to work for or fight against. I won’t whittle myself down to fit the world. Should any of us?

My depression was my experience of not being able to hold up my own life, and feeling depressed (pressed down) by my life as a result. I see now that we are all pressed down by the weight of our own lives, the weight of our history and our imagined futures. In that sense, we are all depressed to some extent! It’s only when it becomes virtually impo