I remember!!

As I was reading "The Quiet Little Woman" by Louisa May Alcott my eyes bulged out of my head! I remember now!! I remember a part of the routes of my problem. I was not really interested in this book, for it was not very imaginative. I thought to myself I needed to read more because it was keeping my mind occupied. I thought about needing an interesting book and I thought I would read something like "Harry Potter." Than I remembered that I am not supposed to read frightening things like that. Than I remembered!! This is when it began. I was ten years old. I read all four of those books in practically one week, and my imagination was more than I could handle! I stopped reading after that because this is where it began.

So is my real problem just my imagination? As far as depression goes, I know I have it. But maybe I'm not schizo, maybe it's really just an over active imagination. Merry Christmas to me, I had a revelation.