My depression coexists with my gratefulness, compassion, and good intentions. I am blessed, yes, but I am also depressed.
There seems to be something about being a Millennial that is making me depressed. Our childhoods have left us particularly unprepared for the "real world."
I'm not here to discredit your experience. What I'm here to say is that "feeling depressed" is a different beast than “having depression.”
In a moment when I couldn’t write myself, it was the writing of others that brought me back from the brink of my depressive episode.
When I held Baby J for the first time, everything shuffled into place. For the kids, I see every reason to breathe. They love me. I don’t know why.
With other people who are struggling with mental health issues, I am empathetic. But when it comes to my own depression, I am none of those things.
To help the one you love battle their depression, here are some tips to follow.
Depression is difficult to live with, alone, or in a couple.
Today in, You Can Ask Google Literally Anything: Am I Clinically Depressed?
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