My fear is that depression meds, like alcohol, are a way to drug us into submission. Didn't the lower classes in 19th century London have access to cheap gin for that reason? I don't mean that it is a conspiracy, just the way things have evolved in modern society.
I don't have anything against suburban living. I live in a close-in suburb and very much appreciate having my personal "green space." But I have given up the pretense that buying more "things" or "fitting in" will make me happy.
I guess that I am just struggling with who I want to be. I hope that I am in a better place by the end of this year. I should be happier than I am. I have all kinds of advantages to be grateful for.
Edit: I feel better just typing this out. I'm going to meditate and get on with accomplishing what I can today.