I'm excited for next Monday, when I meet with my psychologist who will reference me to a psychiatrist if I convince her I need meds for my depression. I've been depressed for many years now, before I was a teen (I'm 20 now), and the condition has shaped and conformed me to distant, unfeeling person that I am today. I live in constant misery/hopelessness, having the imbalances in my brain control the thoughts and the attitude that I take on. They tried to screen me for depression, but I've lived with it for so long, that I couldn't apply many symptoms (ie I never had many interests/hobbies to begin with so I couldn't lose interest, I didn't lose sleep recently cause I'm always an insomniac). I think they call it "Dysthymia", but my psych diagnosed me with bipolar when I was telling her about my bad day. A few years ago, I told my former psychologist that I was feeling slightly better about some issues, and asked for meds, but he denied me, saying that I wouldn't need meds if I was feeling "better". Now I regret not telling him how it really is. Depression is a demon that has taken over my life, and no matter how hard I fight, it will continue to plague me. And I want my life back. I can't wait till Monday to tell her that.