I decided to write this out on the r/MGTOW page because I think we all, at some point, have dealt with this one way or another.

Whether or not depression is circumstantial or chronic, it is a prevalent, and sometimes overdiagnosed illness. I deal with it on a daily basis, but I hardly acknowledge it. Why? What's my thought process?

Who cares if I'm depressed? I don't get the luxury to be mentally ill. To not be okay. I don't get the luxury where I either just want to break down and cry. People tell me all the time to talk to them about why I'm feeling depressed but talking rarely does anything. And even then, the answers I usually get are so cookie-cutter it actually makes me feel worse. Answers such as "Give it to God." or "I'll pray for you." Or "Things will get better."

I want someone, somebody, to just say "I wish I could give you the answers you seek, but I can't. I do however, care that you are hurting and will do what I can in this moment to help, even if it's just to hear you rant about your life." Or something like that.

Hell, I want the problem solved at times. Believe it or not it can sometimes be difficult to get out of bed at an appropriate time. Between my sheets and my bed, I can feel so safe, away from the world that I don't want to get up and greet it.

I do some exercise and try to eat healthy when I can, but I still get bombarded with these thoughts, as I too, struggle with having believed one of my main purposes was to eventually work hard and provide for a family who will, no doubt, always be there for me. Then to look and see your surroundings and know deep within you that if you ever...EVER slip up, you could lose all of that in a heartbeat. My experiences where I have been wrongfully jailed or beaten for the pure purpose that I was a man and a woman(one who was my sister), combined with the flakiness of now former female friends, I also struggled with not hating women in general.

Swallowing the red pill really changes the way you see the world, and it isn't pretty. In fact, the world takes on a Darwinistic perspective, and you see the intricate motivations of everyone around you and analyze how that could positively or negatively affect you. I don't see things often through a moralistic lens but rather through one that denotes a person's personal survival.

My experiences being homeless in the past have augmented these feelings, as you REALLY see, when security is no longer viable, the true nature of people and at times, it can get ugly. Women are ULTRA HYPERGAMOUS when poor, and while guys are sometimes okay with living in a van, a tent, or even a bridge as long as they have the basics, women see the idea of that as the end of the world and will jump ship with no remorse to the next guy.

And who gets more attention in those sitches? Women. If you as a guy don't have an irreplaceable skill, you're fucked.

I try my best to keep my head up despite how hopeless I tend to feel. I try to enjoy my own company and pursue my hobbies, but sometimes, on days like this, it gets to be too much and I'd rather not go to a female therapist about it. I tried that once and upon her learning I was atheist proceeded to preach the Bible to me. Needless to say, I never went back to her.

Tell me guys, how do you battle your depression and nihilism? What steps do you take to fight against it?