I am currently a 17 yo male in high school, and I believe I am very happy. Yet, once in the past when I was 11 years old I believe I suffered from depression. It started when one day I just felt wrong, then the following week I lost motivation. Since I was young I simply told my mother “I don’t feel right.” I would cry everyday for the next two weeks because I had no idea what I was going through. I felt like I was just missing the part of my life that brought color, going through the days one by one hoping for this feeling to go away. My mom used to take me on walks every day and talk to me, simply trying to understand what I had. I would spend the days eating and sleeping, not doing anything. My pediatrician simply prescribed me anxiety medication but it didn’t remove the feeling of emptiness. I didn’t want anything in particular, but yet something wasn’t there. My mother enrolled me in swimming classes and she would be present there swimming along side me, hoping that the activity would bring me some sort of relief or relaxation but that was to no avail. This lasted for about three months that I describe as a living hell. On one of the walks with my mother I remember telling her that I want to live a good life, but how am I supposed to live one if I feel that void. Now that I think back on that, I believe that I suffered from some sort of depression, whether it’s mild or severe. I still don’t like thinking about it too much because simply remembering the hopelessness makes me feel wrong. If anyone could find the answer/cause to what I endured during those months, I would appreciate. Thanks.