From accross the couch she looked into my eyes. I felt them penetrate my skull and enter my thoughts. Before I could say anything she asked me, "Why are you depressed?" I thought for a moment and responded, "I didn't know I was." With a smile, "Well, how long have you felt the world on your back, like you can't get enough sleep, like you don't want to leave your home or work on the things you know you should?" I cringed, "My whole life I've felt the way I do now." I laughed, picked up the perscription and left the office.