For a year, I thought therapy would make my depression go away. After I tried to OD, my therapist slowly led me to that conclusion on my own by helping me personify my depression. I’m actually really grateful that she didn’t tell me and we didn’t talk about it until I brought it up on my own because I probably would have tried to kill myself again because of the hopeless state I was in.
However, I wish my friends and family knew this. Too often, someone I love has made a statement or asked a question that implied this is just a phase, and I wish I didn’t have to explain that it doesn’t always just go away.