10 years ago, back when I first got depression, I kept feeling like my life had no meaning.
Now, I still feel the same.
Back then, someone told me that life inherently has no meaning, and that any meaning anyone’s life had, was created by themselves. From there, I came to realise that if my life had no meaning it’s because I never created meaning for myself.
Viktor Frankal says something similar in his book Man’s Search For Meaning.
Back then, I created meaning for myself, placing it in my marriage. But now, that meaning is lost on me.
What is the meaning of my life? What meaning can I create for my living day to day?