Imagine if you were married to your college sweetheart who worshipped the ground you walked on from the day you met. And still treats you like a queen. However, you suffer from debilitating, diagnosed and medicated, depression. Would you feel like crap, knowing that even the love of your best friend in life couldn't save you from depression? If this sounds ignorant, it’s because I’m writing this as the person who’s not treated like a queen, and who doesn’t have the love of my best friend. But it’s a serious question.