I was a freshman and my floor went out dancing, I just couldn't get into it so I walked away into the snowy night. I was standing on a bridge when I got picked up by a policeman who drove me back to the dorm, dropped me off and said to me that I needed to "just cheer up". Most of my dorm mates were up and mad at me. That morning I went to the campus counseling center and the woman their told me all I had to do was "change my thinking and my mood would improve". I didn't try to get help or tell anyone how bad things were for years after that experience.