I had been severely depressed for most of my life, but that summer five years ago, even the most mundane tasks became insurmountable.
I spent days on the couch where I rarely spoke, my mind so dull I struggled to form words.
Some people experience episodic depression, but since the onset of my illness in early childhood, I sank far and fast and never truly surfaced.
By age 10, I found myself overcome with inexplicable dread, so ill at ease I could hardly sit through a television show.
By the time I was a teenager, I awoke every morning to an immutable sadness and sobbed on my bedroom floor.