Thank you, Dr. Paul 

You don’t know why he was estranged from his father and it sounds like he doesn’t know why you have no relationship with yours. I’m sure he means well, but if he doesn’t know about the specifics, the advice doesn’t mean much. It’s your decision but I don’t think having your father in your life would be a good thing for you right now. Sort through your own issues first and then decide if you want to be involved with him.
I’m seconding what a bunch of posters said about your age. Everybody has things they need to figure out at 19. You’ll get there, and try not to beat yourself up too much in the meantime. Whether you want to go into therapy or not, you do have some issues to deal with and I hope you’re willing to deal with them unflinchingly, find out where they come from, what they mean and what their effects are, without just dismissing them as “excuses.”
There’s no magic recipe for becoming a man because there’s no set definition of ‘man’. You want my take on it, though? Ok.
There are 6 billion people in this world. Unless you’re one of a handful of famous people, those 6 billion are not going to know you. They don’t care about you. When you die, they won’t know you existed. You’re a tiny, insignificant speck on a tiny insignificant speck that revolves around a tiny, insignificant speck. Now that I have you feeling worthless, pay attention, because this is how you become a man:
You realize that it’s ok to be completely meaningless. You realize that there is no preset objective to obtain. There’s no Prime Directive on how to live one’s life. There are 6 billion opinions in this world, and you become a man when you realize that your opinion, thoughts and feelings are equal to everyone else’s. YOU set the goal. YOU are responsible for accomplishing it. That’s all there is to it. When you realize (or assert) that you are equal to other members of the human race, you are an adult. No longer a child, but a man…whatever that means to you.
Strangest thing happened today, I’m starting to become normal again. I’m guessing I had severe trust issues or maybe I just wasn’t comfortable in my own skin. I actually talked to my mom last night and was nice to my younger sister for the first time in years. I’ve been taking life for granted.
I haven’t been real with anyone in a long time including myself. I started with myself and then almost immediately that same girl I mentioned and I connected for the first time since lord knows when. I am a made man, I just didn’t know. I also was real with a stranger and sorta made a new friend. It feels good to be back. I just got to make sure I take my time and don’t rush into anything so that the fake reality doesn’t return.
I really wish I knew what specific event transpired to cause this because I would love to help the millions of people who are depressed. Self consciousness is a life eater. Thanks all
Fantastic! Sometimes we’re too busy worrying about who to be, that we forget to just be. Sounds like you’re realised you can just be.