For a long time, I thought everyone felt the way that I did. How could they not?  I never experienced anything that anyone could call traumatic, and never had a good reason to be sad. I just always was. I felt guilty, because I knew that people would tell me to appreciate what I have and be happy, because there are countless people way worse off than me.

Finding out now that I actually do struggle with depression and I wasn't just "being dramatic" was a huge relief to 10-year old me. Now though, I'm worried medication will change me.  I'm scared to let go of my depression. It's been with me for as long as I can remember. I've never spent more time with anyone or anything else. If it leaves me, I'll be all alone.