Thank you, Aunty for your determination and confidence. Honestly, I don't know when it began. I know I've been depressed since my teens (I'm now 33) but I truly think I have been depressed as a child. I've been a social zero and very quiet since childhood, as well as a perfectionist. Nothing seemed good enough. In my teens, I think the "good enough" didn't matter anymore- I gave up, in a sense. Nothing traumatic happened in childhood. I am not in physical pain. I have no passion, though I've always envied people who have had one. I have few hobbies, am not married, no children- there's nothing to look forward to each day, just the monotony of work. At least I don't detest my job! People do ask me to do things on weekends, but I'm always too tired. I'm a tough case, aren't I?