I understand what you mean. I'm in my early 20s and a lot of the things that used to fill me with wonder and joy have definitely lost their magic over time. I was pretty upset about it for a couple of years, and sometimes I still struggle with it.
My mom says that the world is like Disneyland: when you're a little kid, you see it as a magical place filled with fun rides, toys and princesses; but when you grow up, you start to see it for what it really is: standing in line for hours, overpriced crap and regular women in costumes with fake smiles who probably go home and cry themselves to sleep every night.
Is it normal to not know whether you're depressed or just growing up?
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I understand what you mean. I'm in my early 20s and a lot of the things that used to fill me with wonder and joy have definitely lost their magic over time. I was pretty upset about it for a couple of years, and sometimes I still struggle with it.
My mom says that the world is like Disneyland: when you're a little kid, you see it as a magical place filled with fun rides, toys and princesses; but when you grow up, you start to see it for what it really is: standing in line for hours, overpriced crap and regular women in costumes with fake smiles who probably go home and cry themselves to sleep every night.