That's a question I ask myself most days. Nothing really springs to mind. I was never bullied at school, have never been humiliated, and have never lived through something that has made me overly sad.
I come from a broken home, and I've heard on more than one occasion that many people suffering with depression come from broken homes, too. I personally believe the two aren't linked, as my mother has always cared for me to her full capabilities. There were times though, which I mentioned in an earlier post, that I craved for some company. I would have loved to have a brother or sister in the times when there were constant arguments and fights in the household.
I believe it's mainly due to loneliness. I sit up all night as I suffer with insomnia, and I have the deepest and darkest thoughts you could imagine. I think about burning alive in a car wreck, or my mother (who's my only source of security) dying on her way to work. These thoughts never leave my head, and I even have dreams about similar things when I eventually do get to sleep.
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