The Worse Week

This week has been the worse since my anxiety attack I faced in September.
A combination of anxiety, high levels of fatigue, frustrations of living in a cramped apartment with three other people, school, the kinda sorta break-up earlier this week, it finally climaxed in a very rare episode of depression.
I've honestly never had much trouble with depression. I've had a few down moments here and there, but honestly nothing a good evening to myself (or with good friends)couldn't solve. Anxiety has always been my burden.
To have depression this extreme is new to me. Monday was the worse, today finally brought a little relief. I even smiled once or twice. It was nice. Yesterday I had lunch with Dad, and he convinced me to go apartment hunting. He and Mom decided to get me my own apartment, or help me find a place where I have a little more space instead of cramming myself and all my possessions (sans car, of course), into a tiny 10' by 10'ish room. We found a good deal on a 2 bedroom, hopefully it will work out.
Please work out. I'm going insane here. One of my room mates has no concept of personal space. I suppose I can be a little misleading; after all, I am very comfortable with the other two. We hug, tickle, annoy, and tease each other constantly, and he doesn't get that I am not that familiar with him, so therefore there are limits. He's learning. I need to get out of here.

My poor parents. All they can do is stand by and watch helplessly as their daughter flirts with insanity. (Well, not actual insanity, but during an anxiety attack, I feel like I'm pretty damn close). They've been great.
Physical pain helps me focus too. My anxiety was very high today, I had to concentrate on each breath or else I started to lose it.I ended up digging my fingernails into my skin so I could concentrait on the lectures.