When we were baby's

Part of our understanding of ourselves is tied up in the environment we find ourself in. If the environment is vibrant and exciting, because we identify with that vibrancy, we import it in our sense of who we think we are. If on the other hand we are gloomy, because the weather is gloomy then we adopt a negative feel as to who we think we are and the familiar term depression is described.
Usually our lives are a mixture of events and people. Each event each person acts like osmosis, we absorb the external stimuli and transfer it into our own character. If there is little going on then one is left relying on ones own stock of stimuli to develop any sense of positivity, since it is being positive or optimistic that carries the day.
As a human being we are brought into this world by parents who make it their duty to spend time and effort making you feel secure and happy, so this sense of unity with ones parents is one of the main driving forces in our development as a human being. Eventually we swap our parents for another person sometimes a group of

people but it's this 'collective collaboration' in the tasks which surround us that, in some ways, is a crutch to get us through the difficult times. 
Some people are gregarious and have lots of friends, people who become an important sounding board in the everyday trial and tribulation. Many people are far less gregarious and have little to fall back on, other than themselves and of course people in this category our susceptible to depression.
The issue of having an inner resource to evaluate everything in terms of ones own self and the image we carry of ourself in relation to the world around is vital. We are each of us individuals who, for good or bad have become dependant on seeing ourselves through the eyes of others, waiting the comment or the question, to trigger our sense of being meaningful. If our world becomes silent we loose the sense of life being meaningful but of course this is plain silly. We are who we are irrespective of whether we are cast away on a desert island or part of a busy street scene. The persona we carry in our brains is the amalgam of millions of personal experiences, each experience is unique to us and from this unique base we must learn to fall in love with ourselves again, as we were when we were babies.
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