At times, I've chalked up the worst of my depression to spending too much time alone. Not just in a specific social sense, but literally, all day every day, interacting with no one at all. At times, I've thought that had a lot to do with why I'd fallen into such depression. Now though, finally, here I am, in my own place. Completely alone.
..and I'm actually kind of loving it. I'm not sure what makes the difference, but I'm feeling really happy here, just doing my own thing. Cooking and cleaning for myself, taking care of my own household, for no one but myself. I feel like I'm doing pretty well, at least for the time being. Guess I'll see if it lasts.