Despite writing deeply personal stories about my life struggles, from dealing with prejudice to PMDD, it has always been challenging to openly share two key factors in my life: depression and anxiety. My mother has an anxiety disorder and depression runs in my father's family. I was lucky enough to inherit both.
It doesn't matter how young or old you are; everyone has endured pain at least once in their life. Whenever these situations arise, it's important to remember that you aren't alone. At times, it may seem so easy to give up because it seems impossible to see outside the labyrinth when you are stuck inside, but the journey out of this maze is the most rewarding part.
As an only child, I was always very close with my parents. My mother relied on me solely when she and my father fought. Girl time. Growing up, I always said I'd move next door and live there with her forever and always be her best friend. Now, I live about 10 miles away (if that), but I work full time, pay my own bills, and live with my boyfriend.