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Confession 12: I suffer from depression... (but I treat it)
If I had to guess, I would say that I have been seriously depressed for a little over 5 years. It has been a hard time, mainly because I have had an inability to shake that fucking awful feeling that comes with depression.
I have been unable to do things that I wanted to do, I have been unable to change things that I wanted to change, and I have been unwilling to do anything to get out of it at many points.
I did seek counseling after a few years, and while it helped, it hasn't "cured" me. I also started taking medication to help out with my depression, and while it does help, it too has not taken it away.
Sometimes, I wonder if it will ever go away, to be honest. There are good days, there are great days, but the bad days are always able to creep right back in there sometimes. I can say that it isn't as bad as it was at my "lowest", and that it is definitely more "in check" now; but it is something that still plagues my every waking moment, and I HATE that. If I could just be happy, I would love it; but wouldn't we all?
Being depressed is a BITCH, and I certainly don't like that I am one of those people. What's worse, is that so many people don't take you seriously, or act like there is something wrong with you; simply because you are depressed. I have learned not to be ashamed of my depression, but I still don't like it one bit.
Confession 12: I suffer from depression... (but I treat it)
If I had to guess, I would say that I have been seriously depressed for a little over 5 years. It has been a hard time, mainly because I have had an inability to shake that fucking awful feeling that comes with depression.
I have been unable to do things that I wanted to do, I have been unable to change things that I wanted to change, and I have been unwilling to do anything to get out of it at many points.
I did seek counseling after a few years, and while it helped, it hasn't "cured" me. I also started taking medication to help out with my depression, and while it does help, it too has not taken it away.
Sometimes, I wonder if it will ever go away, to be honest. There are good days, there are great days, but the bad days are always able to creep right back in there sometimes. I can say that it isn't as bad as it was at my "lowest", and that it is definitely more "in check" now; but it is something that still plagues my every waking moment, and I HATE that. If I could just be happy, I would love it; but wouldn't we all?
Being depressed is a BITCH, and I certainly don't like that I am one of those people. What's worse, is that so many people don't take you seriously, or act like there is something wrong with you; simply because you are depressed. I have learned not to be ashamed of my depression, but I still don't like it one bit.