Well, not officially as in “confirmed by a medical specialist” but officially as in “finally forced to admit it to myself.” It’s not a bad depression; God knows I’ve been through worse. But I’m a little frustrated. It’s partly my own fault for letting my therapy appointments lapse, I’m sure. It’s making staying on top of class difficult. Mike is also making plans to start seeing someone new, so it’s complicating that on my end. I’ll try to post about that soon, but right now I don’t have the mental energy to process it well enough for this medium. Not really much to say about the depression other than that. I know that depression is cyclical, I just wish that my cycles tended more towards not being depressed for more time.