It was a caring, father-like boss who sat me down in 1995 and said that he and other people had become concerned about me. He said he didn’t know what was going on but that I needed to get help… or maybe lose my job. That was the start of a journey of peaks and valleys, sharp curves, tears and, most importantly, learning! I am not sure when I was specifically diagnosed. Most professionals suspect that I have been depressed most of my life, but since 1995 I have been diagnosed with dysthymic disorder, mood disorder and have had multiple major depressive episodes.