Remember from the day we're born until the day we're buried, we don't do anything alone. Therefore, don't be afraid to disclose your struggles and ask for help. Being vulnerable to share your challenges isn't a weakness, but instead a strength. The challenge many times is convincing yourself otherwise.
It was a long journey to pull me out of that dark hole. They say that admitting you need help is half the battle, and they don't really say much about the other half. Three therapists, a psychiatrist, dozens of arguments with my mother, millions more tears, countless apologies, many more days of darkness.
I detest that I am so easily and drastically affected by the weather. I shouldn't be totally miserable because of a little rain. It makes me feel so delicate and fragile that my mood is dependent upon the weather. Of course, I resort to my tool box of resources to attempt to pull myself out of my funk, but more often than not, I simply have to ride it out knowing that it'll end sooner or later.
And as time goes on and my depression has become better managed thanks to medicine and therapy, my reliance on other people as a support system has certainly lessened. But especially after my initial diagnosis, I received a series of somewhat shocking responses to my statement that I have depression.
Depression is a real chemical imbalance in the brain. It's a condition shared by a large number of the population. It's treatable. The people living with depression are some of your favorite people. They are your friends and loved ones, and people you look up to and admire. They need and deserve compassion and understanding.
I recognize and understand that depression is powerful. But, by getting treatment, taking care of myself, and sharing my story I, too, have become even more powerful, courageous and strong. There is a collective responsibility to share the struggle or challenge that did not kill us, so that someone else who is struggling can become stronger and know that they do not walk alone.