About five years ago, my personal doctor told me that I had depression. She didn't run a test, she just came right out and said that's what I have. I guess that she could tell just by the way I am. I didn't believe it.
So she prescribed me medication for it, but it didn't help. I took another prescription and that didn't help either.

For some strange reason, I don't have a problem with admitting that's what I have. Though some people think that it's just an excuse for being as I am. Well, if that's what they think, then so be it!