It seems that after I dared to be happy for a few days, the depression is coming back with a vengence. I've had to fight back tears more times than I'd like to remember today, and the hardest part of my day hasn't even arrived. This isn't right, I shouldn't have to deal with this. Normal people don't have to hide at work so they can cry on an almost daily basis, do they? I feel so unequipped to handle any of this.