Sometimes when my symptoms aren't that bad, I feel like I finally managed to get a hold of my life. I got my sleep schedule straight, eat regularly, finish my work, and become a good member of my communities. In those days, I'd look back at the times when my depression hit hard and wonder why I did "nothing" back then. And then when those symptoms return, I think about the good days again and wonder about what could've happened had I not have depression. I could've done more, could've had more accomplishments, could've been like the others...