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.
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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.
No matter what I have been through I am not alone, there is hope and recovery is possible.
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.
I could see that my depression was something that you were taking personally… as if it was your job to ‘cheer me up’ and any failure was a personal one for you.
I like to please people and make them happy. When in fact I need to make myself happy, because in the end it is my life and my story and I’m the writer.
I don’t know where it comes from but I still get out of bed most days and manage to wash. Brushing my teeth in the shower helps just a tiny bit. Getting out for a walk helps a little more. Exercising with a personal trainer has got me to lose almost 20 kg in the last 6 months. I am learning the guitar and hope to revisit drawing which I was reasonably good at when I was at school. I’ve joined a band (I am quite a good drummer) and am trying to get out a bit more.