I ask a lot of questions.

Let's get honest. I take an anti-depressant. My name is Sara Linkous and I suffer from Depression (along with some other things). I have taken anti-depressants in the past, for a year or so. And several months ago I was in a funk. I was at my PCP's office and he mentioned something about depression and I teared up, he put his hand on my shoulder and said something like "We're going to work on this" or "it's ok," I don't remember what he said, but it gave me hope. I have regained some of the weight I lost. My thyroid issue was not under control (it is much better now), my lymphatic system was not working, my hyper-somnia was worse... I was kind of a mess. But I bet you couldn't tell. I would put on a happy face for work and church and family (some family members saw through it a called me out, thank you). Depression is a freaking jerk. I am doing better, there are more good days than bad. I don't say this for sympathy, but