Over the course of five years I struggled with a battle against depression. My depression wasn’t like how many image it to be I wasn’t always sad. There were times during my depression where I felt fine but that didn’t last very long. Depression for me was like a never-ending cycle, it would come and go. For a few years I was forced go to therapy but then I decided to stop going. I thought therapy wasn’t working and that maybe my depression would go away on its own, but I …show more content…
I told her I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but what I did know was that I was unhappy with myself and my life. I also confessed to her sobbing that I had self-harmed again and I needed to see a therapist. I began seeing a therapist again, and this time I knew therapy would work because I was the one to ask for help. I was willing to put in all my effort and receive all the help I could get. This time around it was different I let myself feel vulnerable enough to let someone help me. I allowed myself to feel, to cry, to scream, and most of all I allowed myself to feel happy and loved. Therapy alleviated my pain, it made me realize that I am not alone, and that my depression will not dictate