Guess I was lucky. I had no intention of being diagnosed and had no idea I had depression. I figured since I didn’t want to kill myself it wasn’t depression, completely ignoring the fact that I would 100% choose not to live if given a guarantee, and a lot of other things. I said fuck it and filled out the mental health chart at my doctors office, and found I was one step away from severe depression (shocking, since I was feeling really good at the time). Was immediately scheduled with a therapist (literally three days later), who was willing to work with me on billing and treatment. I was very nervous and uncomfortable my first session, and she was very quick to ease all of that so I could have an open discussion in safety. I literally remember thinking that it was all so simple, and I should have done it sooner.