I don't want to be depressed, but it's stuck with me. Everytime i think of applying for a job, depression seeps in. I feel scared somehow... i can go to work but within 2 weeks want to quit. I feel like I can't work, i'm mentally unstable to. But i need to help mother pay bills. its tough for her also during these economic times. But I really can't bring myself to work... i don't know what I can do that i won't feel uncomfortable doing. Therapy isn't helping me. i feel as if the medication is worsening my depression. The therapist tells me to think of the happy times. he tells me to think of the happy times that i had as a kid. Stupidly, i answered him without really knowing the answer myself. Now he thinks if I think about my childhood i would feel better. But i guess I was never happy during my childhood even though I wasn't mature enough yet to understand depression. Now, i'm back to the state where my depression was worst: What is the point? I can't work... I don't know why I can't... But i just can't do it... I really want to give up.