My Brain Needs Drugs

“Snap out of it!”

“You have no reason to be depressed.”

“We don’t talk about those things to other people.”

Those were the mantras of my life before I finally chose to visit a psychiatrist on my own as an adult. It’s still hard for the family to understand and accept, but now I have help. I take medicine daily to fight depression; and while I’m not exactly “perky,” I don’t dwell on my despair daily any more. But I still have those phrases rolling around in the back of my mind telling me it’s my fault that I don’t feel good. That I could just decide to feel different and I would. That somehow it’s my own failure to be happy that’s the problem. . . .

Read the rest of my article at InfoBarrel

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