I don't think my depression is typical. I'm on top of everything, spotless apartment, waking up on time, eating alright, exercising, seeing my friends regularly, having sex, visiting nature, getting all my work done and so on. I know that I'm smart enough and resourceful enough that I can achieve any goal I set my mind to.
The problem is that it isn't enough. I don't feel satisfied by any of it. I run my life as if my feelings will change and one day it will all feel worth it, but deep down I just know. Life doesn't have anything for me. What I need doesn't exist.