There are many ways in which depression not only changes our emotions and outlook on the future, but also the way in which we see our past. It can taunt us, with how happier we seemed to be, or it can taint our memories, corrupting them into something that we think we should be ashamed of. That's where I am right now. I wish for the better times that it seems like I should be capable of having, and I wish my mind would just stop replaying my mistakes and shortcomings. Moments that I used to be proud of, memories where I thought I was acting properly or in a good manner, it now seems like something to be ashamed of. I can't escape my mind, and how it replays these moments non-stop. I used to strive to be better each day, but now I'm just afraid I'll make a fool of myself. It just hurts.