Major depressive disorder, also known as recurrent depressive disorder, clinical depression, major depression, unipolar depression, or unipolar disorder, is a mental disorder characterized by an all-encompassing low mood accompanied by low self-esteem, and by loss of interest or pleasure in normally enjoyable activities. The term "major depressive disorder" was selected by the American Psychiatric Association to designate this symptom cluster as a mood disorder in the 1980 version of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, DSM-III, and has become widely used since. The general term depression is often used to denote the disorder; but as it can also be used in reference to other types of psychological depression, it is disfavored over more precise terminology for the disorder in clinical and research use. Major depression is a disabling condition which adversely affects a person's family, work or school life, sleeping and eating habits, and general health. In the United States, around 3.4% of people with major depression commit suicide, and up to 60% of people who commit suicide have depression or another mood disorder. Pharmaceutical treatment may however increase the rate of suicide in people under 24. The diagnosis of major depressive disorder is based on the patient's self-reported experiences, behavior reported by relatives or friends, and a mental status exam. There is no laboratory test for major depression, although physicians generally request tests for physical conditions that may cause similar symptoms. The most common time of onset is between the ages of 20 and 30 years, with a later peak between 30 and 40 years.
Ginny had become lost. Actually, she had been lost. She used to be a good girl. Ginny was the poster Catholic virgin girl. She was strong among her friends and held them together stronger than glue. Ginny Manson used to be a good girl. But, loss, secrets, and betrayal crushed her into a lost lamb.
First, there was Kate. She and Ginny were so close. Almost like sisters. The girls had been friends since they were four years old. Their parents would have to use a crowbar to tear them apart. Kate always turned to Ginny when she needed help. Ginny always picked up her best friend when she was down. The girls were just that close. But then two years ago, Kate got pregnant with Manami. Even that didn’t tear them apart. Ginny helped Kate through the whole nine months. They both tried to figure out how she got knocked up when she never had sex at all. They had been through many other crises before. This one should be no different, right?
But, this storm was the worst and last one ever for the girls. The doctor kidnapped Kate’s baby and kept the child alive. Manami’s birth created this whole mess that was piling up now. Yasmine tried to stop it by killing the baby, but Kate threw herself over Manami’s little body and got stabbed instead. Ginny had not been well ever since. She couldn’t tell anybody what really happened. Everyone just assumed Kate missing. That itself was far from the truth.
“How can we just pretend that she’s missing when we know that she’s dead?” Ginny complained to Hunter one day.
“Do you anyone is going to believe that she was sacrificed for protecting her child who turned into some super demon that is destroying us all now?” Hunter pointed out. Ginny just stood there in silence. There was nothing to say that but, “Good point.” Still, she wasn’t the only one suffering from Kate’s disappearance. Mrs. Davis’ life just fell to pieces after her daughter died. She still believes that her daughter is alive and still missing. She never did give up on finding her. Because of this, she and Mr. Davis filed for divorce and she sank into heavy depression. She walks around the Central City streets lost in a daze, mumbling to herself. Ginny wishes that she could tell Kate’s mom the truth, but would she even believe her? Plus, that would break the woman’s heart even more. So, Ginny just had to suffer with the truth alone.
Then, along came Damon. She fell for him fast because she saw suffering in his eyes as well. He became her first love. The lt. col. even took her precious virginity. The girl thought that she was in love. Then, reality smacked them before hard in the back. Ginny found out that Damon was married. Despite him begging her not to abandon him, the girl quickly broke off the affair. She spent many weeks in confessional afterwards.
So now, Ginny had become a broken angel. She lost her best friend, first love, faith, and innocence in the course of two years. Jakob and Hunter were away in college and Mikey was busy with the community college; that only added onto her loneliness. All the people in the apartment could do was pity her now.
“Poor girl,” they would say. “She seems so lost now.” However, they only saw the surface in the beginning. Ginny found a new light in her life a couple of days ago. She took the taxi to the lower part of Central City. A secret smile slowly spread across her face. “Just one more hour…” she thought. The taxi pulled up to a low budget-run slum. Ginny got out and paid the driver. She turned to the many dorm housing units once the taxi pulled away. “Through the path in front of me, up the stairs, pass the Asian Grocery store, across the parking lot to the tall and skinny building on the hill, up the stairs, through the lobby, elevator up to the seventh floor, second to last dorm on the left. I think I have it,” she thought. Ginny drew in a deep breath and began her journey.
It only took her about fifteen minutes to get there. Ginny found herself at his door in no time. This should be painless, just like last night. Knock on the door, go in, and it all be over by morning. The Catholic girl nodded to herself.
“Right…” she mumbled under her breath. Ginny breathed and counted to five in her head. Then, she knocked on the door.
“Coming,” a voice mumbled on the other side. Ginny fidgeted a bit as she waited. “Come on, I really shouldn’t be here. If you stall, you’ll get us both in trouble with Mustang!” she thought. The door unlatched and unlocked before opening a crack. Someone peeked through to the outside.
“Yes?” a tired voice whispered. Ginny swallowed hard to stomach the overpowering scent of gin and vomit in the air.
“Hello Blu,” she said softly. “It’s me, Ginny.”