Living with depression, hopefully not just existing with it. My brother and I both were diagnosed. We both drank ourselves into oblivion, making it easier to loathe ourselves and put our bodies in danger.
I was lucky enough to seek treatment and return to it when needed. I take my medication and when it stops working I tell my doctor to change it.
I want to take the shame out of my disease. Don’t comment here with hate. This is a loving, and hopefully healing page.