The last time I slept on my mattress, I was depressed. Diagnosed with dysthymia. My therapist suggests it started at the age of 15. 15! Most days for the last few months of 2018, I found it difficult to peel myself out of bed for hours. To shower. Run a comb through my hair. I could not feel.
The most common misconception of depression is that you’re just sad. I could not feel happy or sad. Mad or excited. I wasn’t able to feel. Just a numbing pain. I could not pinpoint how I got to that point. Finally, I was at the brink of ending […]