When I was about eight years old my mother just couldn't understand what was wrong with me. I was placed in an inpatient facility in Atlanta after suicidal talk and being unruly, emotionally blank and overbearing.
There I was diagnosed with situational depression and ADD. I was given meds for the ADD, which helped but didn’t address the depression. Later, after a suicide attempt, I went along to an outpatient program where they did blood tests, brain scans, etc. It was determined that a chemical imbalance in my body was causing my depression, and that it would never heal – but could be managed. That was when I was 14, about 15 years ago. On top of all this, I am also OCD.
Family and friends come and go, but those who have been around the longest have the greatest impact. It’s as simple as lending an ear, understanding the rough days and weeks, and being there to perk you up when you are down.
My own family, career, and overcoming the daily obstacles, as well as the statistics.
Keep calm and carry on. That is literally the best thing you can do. Each day will bring something – it's about how you handle it. There’s no shame in being in treatment or on a cocktail of meds, so don’t quit. It's only beneficial if you stay with it consistently.
Keep calm and carry on. That is literally the best thing you can do.
Each day will bring something – it's about how you handle it.