Everyday I'm asked the same question. "How are you?" And everyday I respond a simple "I'm fine" or "I'm okay." But the truth of the matter is I'm not. If I'm honest with myself and my loved ones, I would have to admit that I'm not okay. I'm not okay because I suffer from depression. If I was truly honest, I would admit that I have struggled with depression off and on for years. And this is the third time in my life where I have sought professional help for it.