The only person who was able to motivate me to do anything when I felt this hopeless did so by talking down to me and telling me to stop being stupid. Is that what I need? Maybe he was right. I'm not depressed, my parents just spoiled me so now I cry and run away whenever things get difficult. I am not brave. I am not motivated. I am a pathetic child hiding in the corner crying, waiting for mommy and daddy to say they will take care of it; that I can go to sleep and when I wake up everything will be ok.