Edit: I just realized that this is an older thread, but I'll be leaving this here anyway in hopes of helping anyone who reads it and needs it.
I don't know a magic formula for getting out of depression, there isn't a one-size-fits-all solution that is both specific and guarantees success. So I'll share my story, and see if I can't pull something useful out of that.
I was able to make my way out of depression about 6 months ago. I had been going to college, for computer science. By this point in my life, I had learned something like 9 different programming languages, and had gotten to the point that I didn't tend to care what language I was writing in, as long as I knew what the language was designed for. As such, I found the assignments and lessons from my computer science classes to be busywork that wasn't helping me all that much. My other classes were fine, but difficult and not super related to what I wanted to be doing. At the end of the day, I was attempting to suffer through it because I thought I needed the diploma at the end in order to get anywhere in life. Eventually I ended up just not going to classes. I couldn't stand to think about it; I felt so ashamed.
At the same time, my girlfriend and I were going through a rougher patch as well. She could, on some deeper level, tell that I was demotivated, which made her feel insecure. She wanted me to be more of a leader for us, rather than doing the bare minimum needed to get by. She wanted to know from my actions that I was invested in her. Her reaction to this insecure feeling was to push and push for us to get engaged and then married. We had been together for a while by that point, and both of us knew that we were going to get married at some point, I was just dragging my feet because I wanted to get my shit together
before marrying her. I didn't feel particularly worthy.
She pushed and pushed, and eventually I gave in. It was a really tense moment, as I was feeling a lot of pressure from her, and was having a hard time gauging what I actually wanted. But I was able to get enough clarity in the moment to know that when I said yes that I wasn't compromised. From that point, I got her an engagement ring, and then we started wedding planning. Even after we were engaged, I still wanted to move slower. I was still feeling like I didn't offer her very much. So I sat my ass down, and asked myself what my goals really were. I came back with these:
- To be able to provide for myself and my to-be wife
- To be able to buy a house
- To be able to live somewhat comfortably
- To have kids with the aforementioned to-be wife
- To be able to support the aforementioned kids
- To have a job doing something that I liked
I thought about it, and noticed that none of these goals strictly required college. I had been turning down a standing job offer at a small IT company to be a developer for them, in favor of college. I was worried that if things at the IT company didn't work out that I'd be screwed without a diploma. But then I realized that I was already failing to get a diploma, so maybe I should take a chance and take the offer. So I put college on hold and jumped in to professional software development. If it didn't work out I could always go back to college, and if it did work out then I'd be meeting my goals in a way that didn't make me hate myself or my life. It was a "scared money doesn't make money" moment.
Now I'm working there full time. I'm actually a valuable part of the company, and I'm happy to give it my all, because I know that they're prioritizing taking care of their employees. Beyond even that though, I love what I do. I get to think on all manner of engaging problems that actually make a difference in the lives of the people who use the tools I make them. I got married a couple of weeks ago, and I'm feeling very fulfilled. I don't hate myself for being a failure anymore, because I'm doing things that are actually worthwhile; meeting more and more of the goals I had set for myself. I love my wife, and am am excited to see her every day. I'm slowly making friends, and learning to like more things. I can feel my un-achieved goals inching closer by the day.
What is my takeaway from all this?
Taking on responsibilities that align with your goals will give you purpose. Fulfillment and motivation come from making almost any measurable progress towards that goal/purpose. At college, I had taken responsibility that didn't align with my goals. As such, I had no solid purpose, and couldn't find the motivation to keep at it, and so spiraled into shame, feeling like a failure. Setting these goals and making progress towards them requires seeking out the truth. And that is often the thing that I wanted to do the least. (I grew up a liar.) But since then I've come to realize that alignment with the full truth of a situation is always the best thing for all parties involved. The truth was that I
wasn't a desirable provider when I was avoiding college and hating myself. The way that I was able to confront these truths is the realization that they don't need to be tied to shame. The only person who cared that I was ashamed was me. God isn't afraid of my fuck-ups. And once I realized that I didn't need to feel shame about the facts, I was able to get comfortable thinking things over, and was able to actually make a change to my life.