Four years ago this day, I got very depressed. I thought my life was approaching the end. I had many plans and goals and felt I was falling behind schedule. I couldn’t sleep that night. I woke up in the morning, took my phone, and started to list the goals I needed to achieve by 50.
Still, I was so much depressed that I didn’t tell my wife for the following days or maybe even weeks about this middle age depression. I was afraid to share this depression with my audience, but then I realized I needed to tell people what I was going through. I learned that sooner or later, every one of us will approach the milestone in our life when we ask ourselves whether we are doing well are living our life fully?
I realized that depression might only happen if we do not have our schedule tough enough to achieve big, ambitious, and hairy goals. You may think your life is over mentally or psychologically, but you don’t know how long you will still live. And what can be more depressing than living without knowing why?