Another DEPRESSION post...I guess this is a series now

Well I'm back again, I'm 32 and just when I think I have overcome/conquered my wittle sadness, it becomes big again. Nothing humbles you like being back at your parents. I thought I would dress in clothes I actually like/am comfortable in, but when presented to the 'rents it was deemed unpresentable for people to see me in. And I can't stay locked up in my bedroom-"what does she even do in there?" they say. They don't even have to say it, I feel it.