Depression

You will probably hear me talk about depression and the issues that come with it a lot. Well that is because I have been living with it for about 10 years now. Mine didn't come on because of some crazy event. Mine is because of a chemical imbalance in my mind/body. It started to manifest in my last couple years of high school but I was able to manage it pretty well with keeping myself busy at school and with my competitive swimming. The exercise that I got didn't hurt either. Then I started college and I wasn't as active as I had been before. I was being a typical college kid and testing my new found freedom. Towards the end of my first semester I was becoming very depressed to the point where I thought that the world and everyone in my life would be better off without me. Thankfully my roommates realized I was not the girl they had met a few months before and asked our RA to step in and help. Was I receptive to the help at the time heck no! I did not want anyone around and felt like they were all just trying to control me and make me out to be this crazy person. Looking back I was a crazy person and am glad that after a while and with a bit of time to think about it and some really really great friends I was able to accept that I needed help. I needed help bad! After trying multiple times and with multiple therapists I found that talking out my issues and rehashing all my problems every week was not doing the trick. I bet you are thinking well you are doing it now silly goose. Yes I know but I have also done a lot of growing and a lot of healing in the past few years and know that I need to be more open. Because by being more open I am able to help others and help myself figure things out. Okay back to the story ... I finally found a doctor who was willing to help me explore other possible treatments. He decided that it might be good while we were working on trying to find the root of my issues that I go on an antidepressant. That move alone saved my life. Within about 2-3 weeks I was starting to feel better about myself and think more clearly about things that were bugging me leaving them as mole hills instead of turning them into mountains. He soon told me that with the progress that I was making that I should stay on the medication and come back in six months. I did and although I have changed medications a few times to fine tune my needs and find a match for my personal type of depression I have not looked back. I am also so glad that I had people around me that cared enough about me to help me when they saw that something was very very wrong.

Alright y'all it is getting late but I am so glad that I have finally started this journey with all of you!