I have battled depression ever since I can remember. Up until 2003 I didn't know that the condition had a name. I thought that I was alone in my feelings and thoughts. In 2003, after escaping a very abusive marriage, I hit rock bottom and went to the doctor. My doctor sent me to a psychologist as well as put me on an antidepressant. I was in denial that I was depressed until I had my sessions with my psychologist.
Now that I understand my feelings better and was given the tools to try to help me deal with it, I know when I need to ask for help when I hit that point. I was on an antidepressant in 2003 for a couple of months I think. I'm not really sure how long because that time is a blur to me. And now I am on one again. It's been 6 years since I was on meds. I'm glad I made it this far, but I can't help feeling like it's a slight setback. But I'm thankful that I asked for help before I hit rock bottom again.