Six Years.

I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression at the age of 15, although looking back that depression first reared its ugly head when I was about 13/14.

19 now. I've learned a lot about myself, I've had therapy, I've taken meds. It doesn't work for me.

To me, depression isn't an illness, it's a part of my personality. The meds made me feel slow and dim-witted. The therapy made me angry.

I'm living day to day. I'm doing what I've got to do. And I'm coping the only way I know how - by pretending it's not real.

I'm not suicidal anymore. I've been down that path and I know it's not an option. So I shall continue to muddle through. Day by day. And just try to take life as it comes.

SaharaOdeil SaharaOdeil
22-25, F
Feb 23, 2009