Below is an excerpt of my very first published article, thanks to the legends over at the OC87 Recovery Diaries. It’s a bit confronting, but hopefully also useful for anyone who’s experienced something similar. You can read the full story by clicking the ‘read more’ link at the bottom.
Yep, I’m depressed. And it isn’t the first time.
We all know the story—everything is chugging along nicely and all it takes is one simple change or one unfavourable event for life to come crashing down on top of you yet again.
Depressed—devoid of hope, devalued to the world, disgraced to yourself that you “let it happen” again.
But, you know what? This is recovery. You don’t see it in the first moments, I certainly didn’t, and I’m trained to notice this kind of stuff.
It’s been a long journey—and whose hasn’t been? At nineteen I finally sought help and described to a doctor what had been going on for me for the past four years. Of course it was depression. I knew it, but I didn’t want to admit it.