Some years (maybe five years) ago I was fascinated by Nietzsche. Reading his works actually helped me with my depression. He wrote that one should have mercy for oneself (or something like that). The general point was that what everyone else thinks doesn't really matter. And because I felt hated, it felt encouraging to read that other people weren't necessarily right and that I didn't need to be anything that I'm not, I could just be me.
I don't know if I interpretted him correctly at all, though... x) In the past few years I have felt a need for spirituality and guidance from "above" and I have developped a dislike for antitheism, so I'm not a fan of Nietzsche anymore, but I don't dislike him either, for his thoughts meant something to me once.
Well many argue that his not so glorious end of severe psychosis was a result of some maladjustment of his personal philosophy not from syphilitic infection . Someone whos steps I wouldnt be found following. I'm not a fan... something about the chap rubs me the wrong way.