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It was only just recently that I even realized what I had was actual depression, as opposed to just random bouts of sadness. It was getting to the point where I was calling it "That time of the week" where the stress of my job and my depression just turned me into a big ball of raging anxiety. I've started to work towards getting the assistance I need to make it less of a problem, but it's slow going, and some days are better than others. Days where none of my favorite pass times seem to do it for me. Not even Destiny, a video game tailor-made to be played when you don't feel like doing anything else. (Which I also have a long, sordid list of opinions about. Go figure.)