Unicorns and all that jazz

It was probably about 15 years ago that one day I realised that I couldn't stop crying. I woke up crying, went to bed crying and spent pretty much every minute in between- you guessed it!- crying. I was so incredibly sad all the time and I didn't know why. I went to the doctors and after apologising profusely for wasting his time and saying I didn't know why I'd even made an appointment, my 15 minute window of not crying came to an end and the floodgates opened. He told me I was depressed. Depressed?! What are you talking about mate- do I look homeless? Do I look like I don't have a loving family and a job? What the fuck have I got to be depressed about you dickhead??? But I was. Depression is a complete bitch. She kicks your arse in ways you couldn't imagine. There's not always a trigger or a reason and that's the real punch in the guts.  Because you think to yourself that you have everything. You have a great life and you're loved but when that