i have no terrible story... i feel like i need to be victimized to feel what i'm feeling, and to think what i'm thinking.  people around me, they have their terrible story, but i don't have one. i didn't grow up an orphan, no one beat me, my parents loved me, i have suffered no great trauma.  i have no excuse... yet i feel it and i still can't call it.

why is it that no one can name it? and how dare you bring it up to family, because they'll just chalk it up to you having a bad day. quit beating around the bush, i'm not having a 'bad day' or i don't have a hormonal chemical imbalance, whatever that means. this is depression. it's life.