I constantly feel lost. I don't know which way to turn, what to do, where to go...Is this it? Is this life? I've had depression for many years now and have been in and out of its grasp. For about 7 months now I've been squeezed by it everyday. I cannot remember the last time I felt happy or genuinely laughed. I feel like I have so much love and kindness to offer, but don't know what to do with it. Or maybe don't care enough to do something with it. It's frustrating, because my life isn't that terrible by any means. It's almost like I don't have the right to be depressed. There are plenty of other people dealing with conditions a lot worse than mine will ever be so why am I feeling sorry for myself?