Depression has stolen so much from me. Years of memories, experience, and knowledge gone. It's caused me so much pain. And yet every time I start feel better, every time I do what you need to do to "beat" depression, another inevitable relapse comes. Is this what life is now - trying to enjoy the brief moments of freedom from my own mind? What's the point of all this shit if you can't ever be rid of depression? Am I stuck with this for the rest of my life?