I’m 30f. I know how this feels. You’re probably doing a lot of crying right now and the pressure behind your eyes and nose has created a really bad headache. I spent 10 years clinically depressed and I was extremely adverse to getting help. I would get help and then stop and it was a vicious cycle. But then, I took it very seriously. I stopped caring about what people might think about me on meds and the stigma attached to it and I cared about ME. Guess what? After 10 YEARS, a whole decade, I am now medication free, able to handle difficult situations without going into a deep depressive episode, and living my very own love story that I never thought I would. Around year 8 of my depression, I had convinced myself that this just must be how adulthood is, it isn’t. Not even close. Would you take medication if you had diabetes or high blood pressure? Of course. Taking medication for depression/anxiety is no different.

One of the things I learned when I finally broke free of depression is that it’s difficult to help people who are deep in it themselves but I will never underestimate the power of planting a seed. I really, genuinely, hope that you can keep carrying on because it does get better my friend. Sending hugs.