Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a girl–a woman, really–who was really unhappy. I mean, she was really, really unhappy. She had no reason to be. She had three beautiful, healthy children and one beautiful, healthy grandchild. She had a husband who loved her. Very much. She had a roof over her head, clothes on her back and food on her table. She had a job. A really sweet job with the best work schedule that a person could ask for. Still, she was so unhappy.
She was taking medicine and had tried therapy and still she was sad. She was sadder because she had no reason to be sad and because there were other people who, she felt, had more rites to sadness than she did. She felt guilt and sadness that her depression so deeply affected those around her and made them feel helpless and sad themselves. She felt like happiness was something that could never be achieved for her in her lifetime. She was destined to live out the rest of her life in complete darkness and hopelessness.
However, she had friends and she had family. They made her try. Just try. Try therapy. Try getting more help. Try other medications. Try to not give up hope. Try to believe that they loved her. Try to believe that there was light and happiness outside of the darkness that she lived in.
And. She did. She went to therapy. She started seeing both a counselor and a psychiatrist. One for talking to the other for getting her drugs.
Sure enough, things began to change. It began to get lighter in her dark world. She started to believe in the love of her family and friends. She started to have hope. Most of all, she started to believe in herself. She stopped listening to the negative voice inside of her. She slowly became happy. Sure, there were sad times and small setbacks but, overall, she was happier. Life was good.
And life continues to be good. Yes, I’ve had some sad things in my life, and I feel appropriate sadness when those things come up, but I can truly say that I am happy. I have been in this anti-depressive state for nearly two years and I can barely believe it’s been that long. And–I am so happy that it has been.
So glad you got the help you needed. I went through the same thing, almost 2 years of serious depression. Finally doing way way better cause of the therapy and the drugs. So happy for you!
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Yay for recovery! Yay for meds that work! Yay for being happy again!
xoxoxoxox
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Bubblewench–It was awful. You know the darkness I’m speaking of. I’m glad you’re getting better, too.
Finn–I know, right?!!
Better living through chemistry..
I’m glad you are happier. Depression is a tough thing to deal with both for the sufferer and all of those around them.
I am glad that your on the road out. I wish my daughter had been so fortunate, but alas, she never got that far.
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Good for you! I think everyone should go to therapy personally, it’s amazing how it can change your world around you or rather how you see it and deal with it. I go to therapy and it’s made a huge difference in my life.
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Seeing a post like this from you gives me hope for myself. I’ve been up and down more times than I can count any more. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired, and of the trial-and-error with meds. But I’m trying something new this year…to be proactive in my health care (and that includes mental health).
Very glad you’re happy now, babe.
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