I found that the more often I told people about my depression, the less it felt like tearing skin from my body. I suppose that seems obvious, but it wasn’t to me.
But as I get older I tell more and more people. And I tell people early as signs of an episode are starting to show, even if it is only two days in, even if I’m relatively certain it’s going to pass, because it might not, and I know the deeper I slip into the depression the harder it will be to talk about it, the harder it will be to reach out, and the more I will hide it.
There is so much power in talking about it, I’m glad you found that power.