If you're reading this, you're probably thinking why is this random person writing about depression. I'm currently crying, for a reason I can't seem to find. This happens often, and honestly I don't know why I didn't do this earlier. Depression is a serious issue and of course I know that. What I didn't realize, was that I had it. I kept denying it because my family doesn't quite believe that it's a serious issue, they think it's something that's a phase; something that'll go away; something that can be fixed. When I was in 8th grade, the realization of what I was dealing with hit me like a truck. I had a panic attack in school, on the floor of a stall in the girl's bathroom. Then it happened in the middle of class and my parents were contacted. After that, I was treated like a piece of glass by my family, and it made the situation worse. I wanted to be understood, not dealt with. I've confided in a few people, because it's good to make sure your feelings aren't bottled up, but it's only temporary. It hits me at random times and I can't figure out what I want to do exactly. Sometimes depression goes away, but it mostly sticks around and makes it's way in and out of your life. I've heard it before, and even though it seemed cheesy, I realized that being told I wasn't alone was refreshing. There's always someone who can relate and understand how you feel. So many people go through this, and that's exactly what I keep reminding myself. Someone is out there living their best life, with depression, because they didn't let it stop them. I always feel stuck, and I can't seem to picture myself in the future.
