Is it normal to depend on constant activities to ward off depression?
I am a compulsively busy person. I feel happy, or at least I convince myself I am. I volunteer at three places, work at two, and have friends and a boyfriend; my days are full 24 hours. If I spend even five hours alone or not busy I get depressed, wrong, and like my perfect image of my life is shattering. is it normal to need this constant stimulation to keep myself content?