In my experience, depression is a dying season, and these seasons only have to last as long as we're unwilling to let go of an outdated version of ourselves or an old way of living that has simply met its expiration date.
When you're a "bad boy," other people are just means to an end—that end always being pleasing yourself. And when others refuse to continue being an object of your pleasure, "bad boys" show just how bad they can be by being physically, mentally, and/or emotionally abusive.
...and then there's the middle child, who probably also has a special place in their parent's heart, but it's a place that's only visited from time to time—somewhere in the lost and found section, right next to the other hopes and dreams they've forgotten or abandoned, lol.
