The most hurtful thing wasn't even about my depression (that was severe back then). I had explained to my counselor how bad my depression was, back then I had no life part from suffering, you know the deal, I could not function, think, enjoy... and it had gone on a long time.

She had been away like two weeks, and coming back she explained she had twisted her ankle to the point she had been homebound. She told me it was completely awful and she felt so helpless not being able to do her normal things, and she told ME I could NEVER start to understand the horrors she had gone through.....

Three years severe depression.... two weeks sprained ankle..... yup... hard choice right there.