“…I’m frustrated. I’m frustrated that I can’t control when it happens. I’m frustrated that I don’t know why. I think I know why and then I change my life to fix it and it comes back anyway. I’m scared that maybe it’s something that I just have to live with. And I’m angry at myself–– what is it about me, my personality, that makes me have these depressive episodes?”

I’ve suffered from depression for many years. A few months ago I made the decision to stop passively suffering and take charge of it. To talk about it. To share my struggle. To seek help. To not let it silently destroy me….

And what you’ve written rings so true, especially the grocery store… life happening in front of my eyes and I’m not even aware. The snippet I quoted above hit me hard.

Keep writing, for me writing and music are key parts of my own therapy. Don’t hide, don’t be ashamed, just be you. It’s a fight, but enjoy the moments of clarity and “happiness” when they come.

Peace!