I keep coming back to this question over and over again. I can't seem to be able to come to terms with myself about the fact that I might be depressed. The signs are there - fatigue, difficulty concentrating, feelings of loneliness, sadness, worthlessness, body aches and pains. But every time I laugh or smile I think, "No I can't be depressed, someone who's able to be happy can't be depressed." It doesn't help that my parents feels the same way, even after a local nurse diagnosed me with depression (I guess she's different from an actual doctor because my parents don't believe her assessment was accurate). My father refuses to say the "D word" around me or the family, and my mother seems to think I'm going through a phase. Ordinarily I would agree with her, but no phase has ever hurt this much. I constantly think about what a failure I am, how I don't deserve to feel unhappy because of the life that I live, and I have these awful thoughts. Thoughts about hurting people, my father especially. It's just a never ending cycle of doubt and self-loathing, has anyone else experienced something similar?