Posted by: mydarkestplaces | February 17, 2010

Depression

Why is it that we are so cagey about when we hurt? Not necessarily the outside hurts, but the hurt that happens inside our hearts.

This week I went on anti-depressants for the first time. If I were the gambling sort, I’d bet that I’ve been fighting depression for most of my life, but only recently have I had the guts to say something about it. Why, you might ask? Why was I so cagey about it? Let me put it this way: I’m a white, suburban, Maine girl. I’ve always had everything I need, most of what I want, and have an incredibly loving family. My friends are top notch (seriously, I would go to the ends of the earth for them. Inexplicably, they would do the same for me). I’m employed, I have a good car. What do I have to be depressed about?

But something has been going on for the past 15 years. Something inside. And I’ve grown sick of feeling this way.

I’m starting a new chapter in my life. One that will hopefully be healthier, heartier, and happier.


Responses

  1. This chapter will be GREAT. I know, because you’re writing it.

    • I adore you Amanda. Thanks for being awesome :)

  2. <3

  3. Good for you Kate. I was about to do the same before I moved to Maine. But this place has been the best anti-depressant for me. I’m lucky.

    So are you. :)


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