It's not always sunshine and rainbows.
Depression is not a nice subject.
But it is one I often talk about.
Because it affects my life.
I have suffered depression since I was 18 years old.
Constantly on and off medication.
Days where I just could not get out of bed.
Sobbing for no particular reason.
Other than that I was sad.
People who have not experienced it.
Find it hard to fathom.
And my most dreaded question.
Because most of the time.
Nothing IS wrong.
Except my brain.
It has taken me 13 years to come to terms with the fact that my brain is just wired differently to others.
To accept that to function as a proper adult.
I need to be on medication.
Probably for the rest of my life.
It is not a case of a ‘one off thing’ for me.
It wasn’t caused by a job loss.
Or a traumatic event.
It is just who I am.
Those who love me.
Have learnt to deal with it.
Know how to handle it.
It’s not easy.
Or for me.
We get through those bad days.
And enjoy the good days together.
What I’m hoping to do.
By sharing this part of my life.
By talking openly on a ‘taboo’ subject.
Is to let others like me.
Know that they are okay.
That the way you are.
Is not wrong.
It is just you.
And you are not alone.
It is an illness.
Not a weakness.