Me? Depression.
I'm fortunate not to have a severe case of it, but it definitely has had an enormous effect on how I saw the world growing up and the lens I see events through today. I'm not on medication, though I honestly wonder if I should be - not because of any self-destructive tendencies, but simply because
numb is my normal state of mind.
Events that are wonderful or horrible and should make me feel a strong emotional reaction don't particularly phase me anymore (they most certainly did years ago), its increasingly hard for me to motivate myself and over time I've grown more distant from my friends and to an extent my family - I was staggered when my family weren't so much unsupportive as
plain discouraging when I'd started exercising regularly for a few months.
I'm now in the awkward position where feeling "not like myself" is routine; I'd long disliked the idea of taking anti-depressants because I thought they would cause what the absence of any medication or counseling has resulted in. I haven't been to counseling since my last year of college; as I write this I'm thinking more and more that was a mistake.
If anyone else was doing what I've been, I'd doubtless tell them that depression isn't something that can be ignored without all sorts of losses to quality of life, yet this is exactly what I've accepted for myself.
I'm going to make a point of doing something about that before this week's end.