beat depression for good

I certainly haven’t been miserable all my life, but I just can’t remember a time when depression wasn’t creeping around, sneaking up to me every now and then, sometimes for longer periods of time, sometimes suffocatingly long. It’s like every now and then someone comes and steals my life away, and I can’t eat, sleep, smile. I’m sick of it; I’m determined not to let it come back, ever. So long, b*tch!