Depression… that is a word that I find difficult to speak… difficult to write. As a child, I remember telling my mom I felt guilty. Now feeling guilty may not seem out of the ordinary, but I’d tell my mom I felt guilty ALL THE TIME. I had this feeling inside me that I couldn’t quite describe, and so I tried to name it… to understand it.  As absurd as it sounds, I would say I felt guilty because I thought my bags in the trunk were too heavy and costing too much gas for the car. I was grasping for words to explain this feeling deep inside but I couldn’t quite find them.