Being depressed from grade 6 to 9th, progressivly getting worse was a part of life that still makes me very uncomfortable to think about. I did seek help eventually, when all I wanted was to kill myself. They gave me Prozac and weekly therapy sessions and after a year it got a lot better!

There is still, and probably forever will be, a depressed part of me inside which I always have to fight against. It's mostly awoken when I think back because I have most of the symptoms of post traumatic stress.

Not sure what I wanted to contribute by this comment so I'll just stop here. :)