It's true. I saw a therapist for about...6 months and people would take agasp to it. Then when I said "I'm also on antidepressants" they would just say "oh."

The characteristic smile. My ex-roommate brought his g/f to stay for a night at my apartment while still in school. She asked shortly after I met her "Are you on antidepressants?" I asked, "Yes how did you know" and she responded, "You have this constant grin on your face."

Then there was the 2 weeks I couldn't fill my prescription. I couldn't sleep because I would hallucinate, I couldn't stay awake because I would hallucinate, I barely ate because I was nervous...jesus.

Although therapy was suppose to help, it just reinforced what I believed was the source of my depression. Although I was unsure of when I "became" depressed, we did realize that it was building up to this moment.

I'm just glad instead of saying "That's life!" and going the rest of my life depressed, I took action and yes it involved drugs - but they worked and I'm glad that it's over.