"It's like I get one person for two or three weeks, and then that last week, I get a completely different person. My notes for the past three months literally say 'hopeful' for two weeks, then hopeless and depressed for the last week or two of the month. I can't officially diagnose you, but I think you have PMDD" she said with confidence.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've had this really terrible habit of giving up on something if I wasn't the best at it immediately. At 30, I still don't know how to ride a bike because I gave up within the first hour of trying because I kept falling. I remember my father... Continue Reading →
I think one of the most frustrating things about depression, is trying to explain what it's like to someone else. I've gone to enough therapy to finally accept the fact that depression is a disease. I know that, I understand that there is something off in a part of my brain--a chemical imbalance, neurons misfiring--some... Continue Reading →
That baby would be me. Yup, I'd be the love child-- or hate child-- (cause let's be honest anxiety and depression suck a whole lot) of the above couple. Depression and anxiety (along with it's occasional tumultuous third lover, self injury) have been on and off for the past seventeen years. I've gone through periods of time where I've had a break from this trio of mental illness, but like as any nagging parent, anxiety and depression come barging in when they are the most unwanted and unwelcome.