The problem with therapy is when you don't share the life goals of the therapist or the people trying to help you, you end up in a gridlock. I have never had a productive experience with therapists as an adult and I don't have infinite money to keep trying. My experiences with therapist or other support people in the public school system was downright evil as they wanted me to accomplish their life goals rather then my own.

I know why I'm depressed. I'm depressed because the world is broken and the people that want to do something about it are stonewalled by the people who benefit from it being broken. The elites that know they benefit from it being broken and view that are the natural order and their delusional followers who carved out a bit of limited success in their "professionalism." Those "professionals" fill the school system and hamper kids who could do better and brainwash them to settle for financial success.

There's no realistic coping. I just took a week of PTO but by about four days into it my mind was bringing up all the shit I was going to have to do when I got back which just stressed me out again. The only way to get ahead of it would be to get everything done so there's nothing waiting when you come back which in my role is basically impossible. The only way I see out of this for myself is if I could ever manage to generate enough passive income that I don't have to have a full time job anymore. But economically everything is going to shit and I was already not in a great place before that so again it's not realistic to expect anything to improve. Talking about it won't change anything.

As a man who both goes to therapy and enjoys wandering in the back country for no purpose but to be in nature, they’re two useful actions that meet different needs. A therapist one trusts can meet the need of putting your struggles into words, even your most troubling ones that you are embarrassed to share with the people closest to you, or possibly involve those close to you but need help figuring out how to address with them.

Wandering through nature alone is perspective, and disconnection from the noise of humanity. Nature is vast, whether endless ocean to the horizon or never ending mountain ranges as far as you can see. The sound of waves or birds, insects, and a river are quiet compared to the hum of electricity, cars, machines, and people we’re so inundated with that we forget it’s unnatural until we’re away from it. Sense of smell might be our weakest sense but in nature you realize how unclean what we breathe daily really is.

Also, let’s not pretend that escaping civilization and embracing the isolation of nature is something only men enjoy.