I've been doing pretty well. I think I mentioned it before but, heres my story with depression (warning, it's kinda long):
My mom died in December of 2007 and I was depressed off and on since then (I had some physical health problems that kinda added to the depression a bit). Around the end of April 2011, I seriously thought about killing myself. Because of the depression, I was missing classes because I just wanted to stay in bed. That led me to be behind in work. I was then too embarrassed about the missing work and the depression that I pretty much stopped going to classes all together. When I told my dad that I was going to campus for my classes (I commute), I'd actually just stay in the library. Everything was snowballing and I thought the only way out was killing myself. We were all having dinner one night and my sister told me that she was really worried that I'd hurt myself. I'll never forget the look in her eyes. That gave me the boost I needed to get help.
I went to a counselor at school and was brought straight to Hartford Hospital, where I stayed for about 8 hours before being transferred to a psych hospital. I was in there for 10 days. Tons of group stuff and I was put on celexa 20MG. That saved my life

The most important thing I learned there was that everyone deals with depression. Hell, my uncle thought about killing himself 10 years ago (I had no idea until he told me). The outpouring of support was amazing. My dad came to visit me every day for dinner. Sometimes my sister would join him, sometimes my grandparents, or my uncle. Anyone who didn't visit called me. I thought I was completely alone, before going into the hospital. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was no longer embarrassed to be depressed.
When I left the hospital, I was in an outpatient program for 3 days a week, for a month. My Dr. increased the celexa to 40MG and added 1MG of Risperdal. After that, I started in a group that meets once a week, started seeing a psychiatrist and an individual therapist. I took off from school from when I went into the hospital until this current semester. I've been lucky to have formed an amazing support network. The people in my group are fantastic. They're around my age and it's kinda a continuation from the hospital. We all have similar issues and we're all incredibly supportive of everyone.
My psychiatrist took me off the Risperdal and switched me to 300MG of Wellbutrin. I've been doing a lot better

I'm back in school, I'm dating someone, trying to get a job. I can kinda see the pieces of my future almost falling into place, like I can see where some of them go. I guess I just wanted to say to you all dealing with depression that it may feel like the world is against you or, you don't see a way out. There is ALWAYS someone who cares about you and will be understanding about ANYTHING. Trust me. I spent a ton of money on frivilous stuff, like games and porn websites, and lied to my family for months about school. If my they can be understanding and forgiving, and just amazing, then there is DEFINITELY someone in your life that will be too. You are never alone
