I often find myself worrying about the rising cases of depression among Millennials. After much reflection, I’ve come to a painful conclusion: the generation before us never truly understood — or accepted — our depression as real depression. To them, it was always something trivial. A waste of time.
Instead of empathy, we were often met with judgment. You’d be called a sadist, an overthinker, or someone too weak to handle life. But that raises a critical question: who is the real sadist here? The one who dares to bring the problem to the table, or the one who insists that pain is just part of life and shouldn’t be questioned?
Depression has existed ever since humans began to feel human emotions. Expressing what you feel shouldn’t be seen as wrong — unless, of course, it becomes inconvenient for others. And maybe that’s where we’ve been stuck.
Our generation has been suffering silently. We were never given the right tools or guidance to navigate our emotional landscape. We were taught to suppress our true feelings and just “act normal.” And now, the generation coming after us seems too practical, too desensitized, to fully understand what we went through — or what we’re still going through.
We’re caught in between: misunderstood by the past, and misaligned with the future. Still trying to find a way out. Still feeling trapped.
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