It doesn’t take a tragedy to bring on depression—in truth, depression is more a result of the internal environment than the external. I was 27 years old, pursuing my dreams in beautiful Los Angeles, and I’d finally had a breakthrough in my business that allowed me to quit my job and do more fulfilling work. I wrote in a gratitude journal, exercised, and practiced personal development. I was privileged, and I knew to count my blessings. To any outsider, there was no room for depression in such a complete life.
Yet there I was, lying on the floor in my bedroom, feeling utterly unmotivated, uninspired, unworthy. Normally a high-achiever, I felt completely apathetic about life. Thought after disempowering thought ran through my head: "What does any of this matter? I could die and it wouldn't make a difference to the rest of the world. I don’t know what I want, and even if I get it, it probably won’t fulfill me. There is so much suffering in the world, and I can’t do anything about it."