I just came across this site from a friend that I have on Facebook.
I deal with major depression. And I’ve suffered this way since a young age of 9 or 10. The feeling of endless dispare, loneliness, and a sadness no matter how hard you try to reason with yourself, won’t go away.
I didn’t get diagnosed or treated until I finally got my self help. I was 29 by the time I started trying medications to find my fit.
I had a very long hard road of 20 years, hiding that fact that I cried myself to sleep EVERY night. And every night prayed to God for my death. I had such a hard time just being fully involved with life just because it was just so hard to hear or listen to anything outside of keeping my wits and presentation to people up to par. Which I think I did a great job, because until I started sharing about my depression, absolutely no one suspected. Even though I tried to commit suicide in my early 20’s with pills, I once again faked my way through.
I can’t say that I don’t wish some days for an end to my sadness, but with medical help, I don’t feel desperate to shut my mind down, to shut the depression up. I can live life, and let others know that yes, life is hard, but your story matters. What you do with your story matters? Most people feel alone in there battle. For some it helps to know, that someone like me, has the same battles, and if I can do it, maybe they can too.