honestly, this is so important though. at 18, i had been depressed for so long that i was afraid of what would happen if it were to get treatment. “if this part of me goes away, who am i? will i still be the same me?” i was legitimately afraid of getting help for myself. your depression may shape you, but it doesn’t define you.
i was afraid of what would happen if it were to get treatment. “if this part of me goes away, who am i? will i still be the same me?”
this is something i still struggle with through therapy.. in 2006 i was told i was depressed, and treated. it wasn’t until 2010 or so that i was re-evaluated and diagnosed with anxiety disorder, which was fueling my depression. once i found that out, i looked back on my life, even back to childhood, and so much made sense. so many actions and feelings… the anxiety has been with me since i was a little kid, and the depression most likely started after we moved in middle school.
i’ve been living with these my entire life. i’m seeing a therapist, i’m taking meds, but i’m still scared to fully let go of old habits and thinking. that’s who i am. who will i be without them? that thinking is so damaging, yet i can’t seem to let it go completely.. it’s one of my baby steps: whittle it down whenever i can. i am me. my depression and anxiety are just flavor text..