I will no longer write about my depression. I have it, it’s my burden to bear. I have worked VERY hard to reach a stable mental state. I now see things far more clearly than I have ever seen them.
Depression, anxiety, attention deficit disorder, or obsessive thoughts, do not define who I am. I’m a person inside all the crap. Sometimes it’s a fragile person, sometimes funny, but most times–determined and strong.
I don’t wish to hide my struggles, but it is easier to be who I am by not focusing on what I have been through. I have felt the need to defend myself, and I shouldn’t have to do this.
…..and we wonder why there is such a stigma against mental illness.