I have owned my depression, and it has opened so many doors for me, and made me a better person. The goal now is to help others do the same.
A depressive illness is not a sign of physical weakness, nor is it a condition that can be simply wished away
I was born manic‑depressive. It was only a matter of time. My fate was always to make a scene. The diagnosis was simply the last one on stage.
My family is happier. I’m happier. Yes, this is a recovery process but I no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel as an oncoming train. For me, that light is sunshine. I don’t have to ask where is the sunshine anymore. I’m seeing it peek through the clouds and just that alone is reason to continue.
Drinking had cost me everything even my greatest joy. How was I to continue? How was I to even care?
No matter what I have been through I am not alone, there is hope and recovery is possible.
I was a mess and I knew perfectly well I couldn’t take responsibility for my recovery, I couldn’t man up and take the matters into my own hands – they would slip right through them. I was a puppet and my social anxiety was pulling the strings.
I still have an elephant come and sit on me every now and then, and that’s fine. I’ve learned to be patient and kind to myself on the bad days, and appreciate the good days. I’m no longer afraid to speak out about my mental illness, and I even write a blog about depression.
If you are struggling to find the right therapist for you–have you ever considered seeking out someone who has the same, spiritual beliefs as you do? If you are Catholic– a Catholic Therapist–for example. For me–I feel this was the fundamental key that had been missing from all of my other therapy sessions.