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"No one understands." she said. She was clearly getting irritated by this constant flow of emotion she was experiencing. "It's like... I have no control over my own reactions." Shelby had been dealing with something (she didn't know what) for the past few years. "And" she continued, "there's no way to keep myself from spiraling into negativity." Shelby sounded exasperated as she landed on her bed. "Have you ever thought that maybe you have depression?" Sam asked, knowing she had suggested it many times before. Shelby's face turned into a look of confusion and self assurance at the same time. In a slightly harsh tone she says, "I have no right to say or even consider that I have depression... My life is fine. I've had no majorly horrible life events. Life should be good." Sam rolls her eyes and says, like she always does, "Anyone can have depression."