Ive recently been diagnosed with severe depression and was quickly put on medication. I struggled alot before that and i thought about suicide fairly often, but i refused to ever admit i needed help. I thought all of this might have just been teen angst or puberty and i never actually thought that it was depression. I told one friend who constantly diagnosed me because her mum was a retired docter and she thought that she had the right to tell me what to do. I ended up yelling at her. And then i broke down in front of my mum and told her everything, she was surprised and a little confused as to her she didnt notice. She eventually took me to a doctor who sent me to therapy and put me on lovan. I hated having to tell someone about my feelings and emotions and why i felt like this, but i honestly dont know why, everything was great and i should be happy and people have it way worst than i do but here i am whining about how im depressed