On my way to college this morning I thought about the word depression and what in meant to me. I have lived with depression for most of my life. I can pinpoint to feeling sad and all alone since the age of six. I was never formally diagnosed with depression until I was 37 years old.
Depression hurt and destroyed my inner being. I felt stuck in an empty shell of a human being. Through taking medication for depression I have found that I have a new and renewed spirit. I have hope today. I have my life back. The journey has had its ups and downs. For me the words depression mean WE PRESS ON.
Through life’s journey I have learned to press on. One life changing experience after another has led me to be the stong person that I am today.
I no longer am afraid to be alone. I have a higher power in my life. I have just touched the surface of living a life free from addiction. I am marching through my depression with both feet on the ground.