You hear about it, every now and then. About rising rates of depression among 18-30 year olds. About how many people in my own generation are being medicated for depression. And they have a lot of theories.
But those theories are wrong. Because I know why we are so messed up.
We more than likely have a shared childhood trauma.
Because we were the first generation that would have had the opportunity to see the movie The Never Ending Story at an impressionable age.
In case you haven’t seen the movie, or for whatever reason have repressed this trauma, and don’t know what I’m talking about, let me explain. See, in the movie, the hero, Atreyu, starts off his journey to save a magical land along with his horse, Artax.
Atreyu and Artax are best friends.
And this is awesome, right? This kid has a horse and it is an awesome horse and the boy and his horse are going to save their entire world! LIFE IS GOOD!
Right, so. Spoiler alert:
THEN THEY KILL THE FUCKING HORSE.
And we are not talking “Horse dies noble death saving Atreyu.” No. NO. You know how the horse dies? YOU KNOW HOW THE HORSE DIES?
THE HORSE DIES BECAUSE IT GETS TOO SAD.