Hunter's depression started up during his senior year of highschool. Of course, life hadn't been perfect up until that point. Ups and downs, issues with school, issues with his parents and friends.. but that was when it really started up. He realized he had no plan for the future. No real goals, no real aspirations. And he didn't have the will to start making and working towards those goals and aspirations. That realization sank in hard. Before he knew it, the stability of highschool was gone. The 'real world' was waiting for him, and he didn't want to face it.

All he ever wanted to do was sleep or glue himself to a screen. Anything he could do to numb his thoughts as much as possible. He was eventually pressured by a mixture of his own guilt and his parents' 'hints' to get a job that he hated, and he later used the experience from said job to get a different one.

He was thirty now. Not much had changed. In fact, he'd gotten worse. Every day was another wasted, another million hateful words to himself from his brain. He was numb to almost anything. He never talked to anyone, never even left his house. He worked his remote computer job, then laid around glued to a screen for the rest of the day until he fell asleep. The cycle repeated over and over every day, and he barely found it in himself anymore to think about breaking it.