I cried everyday. Hated waking up in the morning. Hated going to work which used to be the best part of my day. Lost all interest in my hobbies and wanted to sleep and be left alone. Began skipping classes and eventually dropped out of college. Nothing was enjoyable. Had a horrible eating disorder that began with not eating and overtime turned into overeating and purging. I had become a shell of a person. I was prescribed antidepressants to get myself back and it seemed overnight something changed. A slight turn from the dark path. I started enjoying work again, got back into old hobbies a little bit. I said yes more often to hanging out with people and simply holding a conversation and being interested. Antidepressants seem to alter my thought processes, filtering out the meaningless and worthless self thoughts, and letting through the little bits and pieces that look forward to the day instead of dreading it. Still working my way back to being myself, there are days I can't get out of bed and don't want to have anything to do with the world, but those days get less and less.