In Retrospect

Depression makes you appreciate the little things

When I was severely depressed, I wouldn't/couldn't seem to

- enjoy music
- use smilies on IRC, and in everything else. Annoying as it may be, that's me ;)
- feel like my "nothing can phase me" "Matt the goof" (as I coined it to my therapist.)
- enjoy a high
- etc etc

When I got over it and then got them mostly back, I developed a new appreciation of just that: the little things.

Life is all about enjoying all of the little things along the way.

On that note, I simply don't know how some people get by -- remaining severely depressed for years and years on end. When you get to the point that absolutely nothing makes sense or brings enjoyment (which I never got to, thankfully)- you're risk of "accidentally jumping off the cliff" rise exponentially.

A note on absurdity

The US gov't has made many drugs illegal in it's history, many times for good reason, other not so much (come on, MJ is highly illegal, and alchol was during the Prohibition.)

Of course, the CIA had no problems giving LSD to tons of people without their knowledge in the 50's-70's, causing problems for many and suicide for some.

Seems a bit hypocritical, doesn't it?