Depression is real.  It took about two months for my anti-depressant medication to kick in last year.  There was no overnight miracle.  I knew my anti-depressants were working when I felt ready to throw a party.  And not just any party.  I wanted to throw a murder mystery party. Had I ever thrown a murder mystery party before?  No.  Did I know anyone else who had thrown one or even attended one?  Double negative.  For some reason, it seemed like a good idea.  I sent out a mass text message to my tribe and waited for a response.  Almost instantly, people were on board for my impulsive decision.  Once people…