Mental Illness in the form of severe depression would not raise its ugly head until I was 30 years of age. That was 9 years ago. I chose to share my journey in the hope that I could reach out to others in a similar situation.
I don’t claim to know or have all the answers, but I hope by sharing some of my journal entries about my struggle and the things I’ve found helpful in my ongoing recovery and day to day life, they may in turn help someone else. If that’s the case, my journey wasn’t all dark.
Not everyone will agree with what I have to share, be reminded THIS IS MY EXPERIENCE, and HOW I FELT AND FEEL… that doesn’t mean it’s going to sit right with everyone. Use it as a stepping stone in your treatment and recovery.
I’m sure this account will make some people sad and emotional, leaving some with feelings of disbelief and others shocked by its severity. I also hope it makes you smile or even laugh in parts. I hope that throughout these pages my words will be encouraging to others in their struggle with mental illness.
Even though the situation at times may seem dire, stand firm, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. Some tunnels are just longer than others!
Let’s together tear down the walls and stigma associated with mental illness.