I'm depressed but what if I'm not depressed, I just made a series of safe, soul-crushing choices? Analyze my life: job, location, relationships, daily routine. Then reality-check: is this clinical depression or reasonable despair about a life I designed to be secure but empty? Map every "safe" choice I made that killed a piece of me. Show me where depression is chemical vs. where it's my soul dying from lack of purpose/passion/risk. Expose: maybe I don't need antidepressants, I need to undo my safe choices. Or maybe I need both: meds to stabilize while I rebuild. Give me the truth: is your brain broken or is your life just boring and you're calling it depression? Include: what choices I made that killed my spirit, whether I'm depressed or just deeply unsatisfied, and if I need treatment or transformation.