Support is definitely what has kept me alive all these years. It’s so important but difficult to ask for when ur in a depression.
When battling with the darkness that seems to seep through every fibre of your being, it can being an Everest of a task to cry for help. When self-loathing is normal, when despair is standard and when hopelessness is eternal, it feels pointless to find help. There have been many times when I felt I would be a burden and even worse I thought people were bored of my illness. I thought people were thinking that I needed to just get over it and stop being so down. There’s an intense amount of guilt associated with depression; I felt guilty for being unwell. With this guilt comes a paranoia people are mentally rolling their eyes when I have another depressive episode. So, managing to pick up the phone when despair is coming out through screams is a daunting task.
When I had a major meltdown recently I managed to pick…
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