For the longest time I was on a happy high, and I was so scared that my depression would come back. There is a long history of depression, and possibly bi-polar disease, in my family. But I lived on this happy high for so long and then on Friday afternoon in class I had this wave of sadness hit me and I started tearing up in class. Luckily no one saw, so I quickly left to go to the washroom and I cried and cried in the stall while someone next to me was taking a big dump. I'm fine now, but I'm really scared that it'll come back.