I had a breakdown last year, mid-term, which was tied up with living with abusive housemates and being exhausted all the time from their stupid drunken shenanigans. But when I went to see my family's psychiatrist I was diagnosed with depression and a severe anxiety disorder (both of which run strongly in both sides of my family), which made both of my parents a bit :x because they'd lived with depression and depressives and hadn't noticed the signs in me. The first few weeks on anti-depressants...do not want, never, ever again. I can see why they won't give certain types (such as Citalopram) to people with suicidal temperaments. -.-
My anxiety disorder is getting a lot better, but SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder; no, I haven't been officially diagnosed on that one, but again it runs in the family so I really wouldn't be surprised if I had it 'properly') has now kicked in and I'm tired and grouchy all of the time. Not to mention the insomnia. NO GO AWAY. NIGHT IS FOR SLEEPS. :|
Anyway, that's enough about me. My best wishes go out to everybody on this thread who is a sufferer or who has loved ones who suffer. <3