It’s not like I need to test for depression; I know I’m way, way down, deeply depressed and anhedonic. I just wanted to see what that looked like. I did two short tests, because being faced with 101 questions made me feel exhausted before even attempting it.
(Or a glass of whine.)
And of course, now I can throw myself a pity party and compete in the suffering olympics with confidence (or a nice cocktail of an inferiority complex blended with terror).
Bazinga. Achievement unlocked.