My college counselor. I was seeing him for what I thought was an anger management problem. He gave me this test that I filled out and didn't understand because it had nothing about anger on it. Then he scored it and said, "Well, you blew the top off this depression screening test."

But I was - can I swear here? I'm not sure. I was f***ing OVERJOYED to find that I had an actual, treatable illness. I embraced the meds.

Counseling helped at first because I had to learn how to talk about my feelings, which I was clueless about. But after that I found it a lot more helpful to talk to friends. However, without the medication, I can't get out of my own head long enough to make friends. Without the pills I'll just sit around having repetitive thoughts all day.