Just over a month ago, I moved into college. I brought many things with me. Pictures, books, clothes, bathroom items, cleaning necessities. I also brought along a friend of mine: depression. Depression has been a very unwanted friend in my life. Not even two weeks after moving into college, I had to move rooms four times, have two dorms, two roommates, and three sets of suitemates. Add starting classes to the list, it's safe to say that that was a crazy, stressful week. My depression was raging. Many days I just sat down and cried. I wanted to quit. I still want to quit sometimes. Living with depression means there is an everyday battle. Some days are worse than others. There are many days I am fine. I can smile and laugh and it is genuine. I can go through my classes and be happy learning. But, on the bad days, I fight for joy. I force myself to laugh, the smile doesn't reach my eyes. Things may have calmed down now that I have stayed in one room and one dorm for over two weeks, but depression does not calm down when everything else does. I wake up and hope that today the depression will be mild. If it isn't, I hide it. If there's anything I've learned in the one month I've been here, dealing with raging depression, it is this: I need my friends here. I need God. If my depression is going to get any better, I need God to help and He is providing friends who understand and are trying to help me.