Posted by: mydarkestplaces | February 17, 2010


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.


  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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