I understand you.
“I cannot sleep. I feel heavy in my chest too often. I cry for no reason. I avoid social interaction. I taste nothing in my food. I have no motivation at work. Nothing excites me. I struggle to wake up. I forget washing my hair and taking shower. I feel dizzy whenever I stand up. I cannot pay attention or listen. I am tired all the time. It has been a few months now. What is wrong with me, Thao?”
I waited for my best friend to tell me to stop whining. I didn’t deserve to complain about my already-better-than-millions-of-people life.
I understand you. I had minor depression after my divorce. I will help you.
Thao wasn’t trying to be a hero. She didn’t realize how powerful her words were. Finally someone, who made me feel that I wasn’t alone with these emotions, that I had the right to be helped. Someone who proved that there was a way to recover, and I could do it too.
