As a young girl, I always felt this looming sense of sadness. I remember feeling tired and sullen a good deal of the time when I was in school. These feelings didn’t get much better when I was at home either. Like Eeyore, the glum little donkey from the Hundred Acre Wood, I was known as a sad-sack to friends and family. Unaware of what depression was or how to detect it, I descended into a Major Depressive Episode by the time I was in college. Hopeless and suicidal, I nearly took my life at age 19. Luckily, I found a psychologist who helped release me from the grip of depression. Not only did psychotherapy save my life, it inspired me to become a student of its practice.