If you knew me as a kid, you would never know I would be depressed later on in life. I was a happy sort. Still am, for the most part. Then, something happened. It first hit me when I was in my late teens. It goes and comes. Every few years, I have a huge setback. The best part of it, though is that with every setback I also step a few steps forward. With two steps back, I skip five forward. I realize something new about myself and I continue to fight it out. And that’s all you have to do – fight. Never give up. And trust me, I know how hard it is to do that.