Hello, I am a 22-year-old male. Thank you for reading my post. February 2014, I experienced anxiety attacks due to the existential crisis I was having at the time. I couldn’t deal with torment alone and sought help. I started seeing a therapist, and things were still rough, but in my mind, I thought that at least doing something about it was better than nothing at all. After seeing a doctor, I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder. Both the doctor and my therapist suggested I start taking medication. I started taking anti-depressants. I was told that the drug wouldn’t take effect for a couple of weeks so each day I’d remind myself things would get better for motivation. My girlfriend was there for me and very supportive. We were what people call “high school sweethearts”. I use”were” because last July, the relationship ended. We were together for a littler longer than five years so the break up greatly contributed to my depression, anxiety, and overall self-esteem. October, my therapist died from a heart issue she wasn’t aware of. I tried seeing another therapist but, it just wasn’t the same so I stopped going. Where I live, being “left-wing” on political issues and an atheist isn’t common. Because of this, I am very misunderstood so making friends is hard and leaves me feeling very lonely. January 2015, I started college. I ended up passing four of my five classes with average to decent grades. Before you know it, it’s already summer. Things are very difficult to deal with on a daily basis. I haven’t told you every little thing that happened to me last year or gone into details of what I feel or think exactly, but maybe I will post some more in the future.