It had a nickname of 'squishy' at HS:  I suffer from untreated clinical depression. I cant afford ant-depressants, and i know they help me a lot. I'm under a lot of stress at work and at home. I also worry i may me bi-polar, as it runs in my family. My moms mom was bad. She would often go off her meds. The worst time was christmas, 2003 i think. We're fairly sure my mom is bipolar too, but she's undiagnosed and my brother is a psychotic fuck. Definitely bipolar. I'm the oldest of three brothers. The middle child if you could half siblings. I was quiet and reserved in school, bullied a lot in elementary and middle school, then in high school we moved. I shot up to 6'1" in a school that averaged 5'8", developed a problem with violence by 14 and a drinking problem by 17. That's how i found out i was depressed. Luckily the booze wasn't a real problem, just a self medication technique. I still enjoy a light to moderate drink every few months. I had three nicknames in highschool that i still look back on fondly. Bonebreaker, Rampage and Squishy. These days, i'm quieter and a bit happier, despite my stressed. Happy to be a father. Happy to be happy. The stress is giving me my first gray hairs at 27, but at least im not bald like my dad and my little brother.