Depression

I have depression. I have had it as long as I can remember. My earliest memory of depression is in the third or fourth grade, but I wasn't diagnosed until the 9th grade. I've been on medication and I've been to therapy. Both are helpful. I am currently on medication. I am still depressed, but I am okay.

Depression doesn't mean sad. It's much more complicated. I am actually a pretty happy person. I have a great family, a loving husband, a wonderful home, a job I love.... I'm not depressed for a reason. It is just who I am. The thing is, I'm okay with who I am. I even like who I am, depression and all.
I have learned to cope with my depression. That's something you learn in therapy: coping mechanisms. For the most part I cope in healthy ways. That hasn't always been true. In the past I have coped in decidedly unhealthy ways, dangerous ways. Luckily I survived and have leaned to identify those unhealthy behaviors that are attempts to cope with depression and to make different choices.
I have found that, for me, self care is one of the most difficult tasks to complete when I'm depressed. I can clean my house top to bottom, but showering or cooking feel nearly impossible. I just have to force myself to do it.

I'm sharing this because it's really stupid that depression and other psychological issues are still considered shameful. I am not weak. I am not broken. I am not ashamed. I would not change what I have experienced. My hardships made me the person I am today and my ongoing fight with depression is just one part of the wonderful, beautiful, complicated person that I am.

If you are depressed and someone shames you. F@*k them. They are just assholes. Take care of yourself. Ask for help when you need help and love the person that you are. You are beautifully and wonderfully made.


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