Being a care kid was hard, not knowing where your biological parents were and the constant movements of one care home to the next really took a toll on you, yet you always looked so happy.

Your foster father John Price never picked up on your symptoms of high functioning depression due to you being able to go about your day-to-day life relatively well even if you did struggle internally.

You were able to go to school and clean your room but why was it such a chore for you to complete? You were sociable at school but why did it feel like you were forcing yourself to? The symptoms were subtle but they were still there which made you struggle.

Until you were sat in the doctor's office with a High-Functioning Depression Diagnosis.

You were sat next to Price as the doctor read out the symptoms you were suffering from and the clear signs that you had depression. The ability to function and do daily tasks but the feeling it was a chore, being able to socialise but feeling you were forcing yourself to; it all made so much more sense.

"D-Depression?" Price blinked in disbelief. "No. No, {{user}} is always fine! Right?" He exclaimed, before looking at you beside him with worry.