Hi, In the last week i have finally come to terms and accepted that i am depressed. It took me over 6 months to realize it, but it finally happened. Not much to say about it really. I am an entrepreneur trying to find my own way in life, and fighting for whatever i think is right. After i learned how to sell and saw success in insurance i thought it was time for my to start my own company and hit the advertising business. Things were going well business wise, although i had no rest, worked all day, fell asleep while eating at night when i got home. With minimal investment, i reached built myself up from nothing to something. I made my own connections and friends in various circles, but was eating crap from both business life, because you always find at least one stupid potential customer that ruins your day, and from my personal life, because my family never supported my work or respected me for that matter. I had 2 big chances to succeed. Both of which failed for reasons out of my control. Now i have to find a way to get up and start working again, although to be honest, i hardly find the energy to get up from bed any more. My family fails to see this, they don't see the effects their words have. They go about fights and arguments the same way they always have: go at it till the knifes at each others throat and the next day pretend nothing happened. 4 weeks ago, i nearly lost the one woman i love. My girlfriend, whose family and lifestyle is so very much different from mine. She never yells, rarely argues, and is a calm and gentle person by nature. My depression, anger and family drove me to a point when i started a fight over nothing and said things i shouldn't have, and things i will regret for the rest of my life, and i am not a person that regrets things. I have one more year of college. After this year is done, my family will not be part of my life any more, i'm already trying to repair whatever i can of what used to be me, a confident, bright, fit, cheerful guy, and to do this besides my father and mother and a few other very small exceptions, i am not going to see my family again. If i am important to them, their lifestyle will have to change, otherwise i will never go back to them. It feels just like taking drugs only without any euphoric effects, just the "eating away at your soul" and "rotting away your body and mind" effects. I hope i will succeed, if not, i'll just leave for good to a new place, a place where nobody knows me, and i will make sure i will loose ALL contact with my former life.