
Living with depression has varying degrees of difficulty since it impacts people's lives in different ways. It took me one really bad day to realize that I could potentially need help. Before I had that realization, my life was pretty normal -- work, eat, sleep, rinse & repeat. Because I was able to "Adult" successfully, I figured I was fine, but it wasn't until I got help and had some distance between me and my depression that I realized that it actually affected a lot of aspects of my life. It's kind of insidious in that way…