The worst part was how I didn’t even realize I was depressed until I was several years out of college. I had been raised in such a high-powered family that I always thought difficulties were just personal failings. I spent so much time thinking I was a terrible person. I had a hard time starting work, and I never put in as much effort as I wanted to. I didn’t understand why I isolated myself in my single dorm room, even though I’m a really social person. I would cancel plans at the last second and do nothing. I pursued activities that I thought I should rather than stuff I wanted to. It’s pretty scary to realize how numb I was now. No one intervened, too. I wasn’t a suicide risk, but I would say that I wasted a lot of time and money (I went to a very expensive school) because I thought I was just a bad and lazy person.