I live with depression. I was first diagnosed when I was in my mid-thirties, but have experienced the symptoms of severe depression since I was an adolescent. Of course, I’ve experienced joyful times, unhappy times, successes & failures,… just like everyone. It’s just that sometimes the filter through which I experience life is fogged. There is a history of depression, suicide attempts, alcoholism, and other mental illnesses in my family. It’s not their fault any more than it is mine. This is a curse visited upon the generations of my family. We treat it the best ways we can, based on the understanding we have at the time.
I also recognize the symptoms of Complex Post-Traumatic Disorder in my life, though this is not an “official” diagnosis. I’m still finding the ability to tell the story of my experiences with this. Honesty is the best policy, but looking the Gorgon in the face has dire consequences.
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