I believe this is the appropriate section to post this. If not, feel free to move it wherever. It took me a while to figure out what exactly is bothering me in this forum. And it's the optimism lurking around every corner, that I cannot help but feel it's fake. No matter what you say, people will rush in to post hug smileys, tell you to hang in there, that it gets better. There's a sticky in the suicide section entitled, "It gets better, this is proof". Has it occurred to you that this attitude might be triggering to some? And I 'll be as bold to say, it's triggering for the people who are truly close to the edge. Who have no history of attempts, yet all it would take would a single determined one. The average fairy tale that we read about in a book or watch in a film, pretty much always has a happy ending. Our hero goes through hell and comes out victorious. Be it a love story, be it a quest of epic proportions. And if you ask me, that's where our environment drives us to depression. I know I do not speak just for myself; I have read posts of people talking about how everyone around them is happy and how that makes them feel alone and depressed. For me, and not just me, this is what drove me to seek forums such as this one. To see for myself that I am not alone. That other people are struggling, that not everyone except me has it their way. Yet, the optimistic attitude I have encountered did not help one bit, if anything it has deepened my depression. Trust me, seeing a person in a similar situation as me, then overcoming it and posting about it, depresses me to no end. I feel I 'm left behind. As if everyone is moving on or will move on at some point, except for me. My only defense against this has been to treat this optimism as hypocrisy. I understand the logic behind inspirational stories. To create a balance. Afterall, if we all agreed life has no meaning and there is no reason to endure the pain, we 'd just commit suicide. But I do think the real world out there balances out. When optimism and a cheery attitude prevails even in a place like this one, then there is truly no shelter for the depressed. Ultimately, the reason we do not overcome depression. We lie to each other that it gets better, and linger on, waiting for them to magically improve. Then, sooner or later it hits home again, nothing has got better. We may put some effort into doing some things, yet if we do not believe they will, it ends up being a self-fulfilling prophecy of failure. So, we hide behind this optimism, we force ourselves to believe things will get better. Unfortunately, life is cruel. Life is harsh. And things don't necessarily get better. And that's what it boils down to. We see things as either black or white. Either we feel like there's no hope, or we push the thought of failing out of our minds, equating hope with certainty. In both cases, we fail to see things realistically. Fact is there is always hope. No matter how things are, there is always the possibility we get to experience happiness in the future. Yet, another fact, a cruel and harsh one, is that we might not. The possibility of failure, that we fail to come to terms with. A girl I loved may have dumped me, or I may never have been with a girl in my life (two common subjects people get suicidal over). Now, the thing is, I might not find a person in the future to connect to. If I do not commit suicide and I keep on living, there's the possibility I will. Hope, but no guarantee. And in the end that's life. That's all we get. A chance. I might have been depressed for several years and tomorrow I get hit by a car and perish on the street. So, things never got better for me. And I could have ended it all earlier. That's life. Ultimately, I believe it's all up to each individual to decide if this life is worth living. Being the atheist bastard that I am, life is for me a sum of experiences that I see no rational reason to end prematurely. Unless these experiences are extremely painful, in which case I see no rational reason to prolong them. But I would go as far as to say, that pain is subjective. There's hardly any situation that it's impossible to try to get out of (in extreme cases, I suppose I would be an advocate of euthanasia). We can almost always try. And, from a realistic viewpoint, that's life. We try and things might get better.