(A picture of flowers, so they never really die)
A little something about me, I've been taking anti-depressants for the past two years on and off. I know why my depression started, and can recount to you the exact moment standing in my kitchen when I broke down and told my Dad that 'I wasn't happy.' It took a long time for something to be done, because so often a down moment can be interpreted as circumstantial. And so a few months later when I hadn't managed to bounce back as quick as they thought I might have, off to my GP we went. He presented me with a quiz with a sliding scale of how I felt at times, and honestly it felt as though I was taking a Cosmo quiz for depression. It felt too easy to convince him I was unhappy, and it made me wonder whether handing out anti-depressants has become too convenient.