I saw my psychologist again yesterday -- had to drive an hour back to my hometown, but what we ended up covering was worth it.
On the advice from you guys (stronglady, Rosie), I brought up the anxiety/social anxiety issues and went into detail quite a bit more about my depression in general. I ended up crying about half-way through my stumbling narrative...but she made a joke about scratchy hospital Kleenex and nudged me away from the too-crazy emotional edge. Although I still feel awkward and nervous talking to someone about my problems (all my life I've been the person that others came to for help -- I'm so much better at listening instead of talking), I'm getting better...and I'm glad that I've managed to be more forthcoming, because I've noticed that I'm making progress.
I joined Tutoring Services on campus, guys! I signed up to be a tutor for a bajillion different English courses (that I passed in previous semesters with flying colors), and both sections of Elementary Spanish. I actually have my first meeting with a tutee tomorrow night...we'll see how it goes. I've also managed to hang out more with my apartment roomies...two of whom I'm becoming fast friends with. They're throwing me a birthday party on Friday -- I turn 21! I've also signed up for regular counseling sessions here on campus, and I met my therapist for the first time today. I'm excited about her -- she's very empathetic, and she's outlined a few activities we're going to try in future sessions...all of which sound like they'll help.
I know this feeling is temporary, and I know I'll be battling the depression every day...but right now, I feel like I'm making progress. And I'm so proud of myself -- something that I haven't felt in a while. Thanks for your continuing support, guys -- you're my strongest source of encouragement and commiseration. I adore you. :)